#things like this - keeping my sexuality to myself - were little personal victories that gave me some degree of control

[sansaorgana]

— TAMED

PAIRING — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — You're a cat lover and Feyd-Rautha reminds you of one. You want him and you believe you can tame him.

REQUEST — (1)

AUTHOR’S NOTE — This is not exactly what the request was about but it includes Feyd having to deal with his wife's pet (I chose a cat because I'm a cat person myself). You see, I was a bit tired of my Readers being afraid and scared and I was also tired of the arranged marriage trope, which is one of my favourites, but everyone needs a break, huh? 😅

WARNINGS — harm to animals mentioned, brief mentions of Feyd's traumatic past, Reader being absolutely spoiled

WORD COUNT — 4,230

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

TAMED

“I want him,” you announced as you put your binoculars down and your lips curled into a smirk.

Your parents looked at each other, confused. You were in the stands as the guests invited to watch Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen’s gladiator fight. It was his birthday and his uncle made sure all the leaders of the befriended worlds were watching the display of violence and power. The display that made your parents absolutely terrified but you… You were amazed and aroused. The way young Feyd-Rautha defeated his enemies was like a brutal dance; a raw ritual. He was a feral feline and you were known to be a cat lover.

“Excuse me?” Your father asked.

“I want him. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen,” you repeated without even looking at him. Your eyes were focused only on the man in the arena who was raising his knife in a gesture of victory.

“These people are insane,” your mother hissed.

“You keep telling me it’s time for me to find a husband. I want him,” you pouted. You were determined – but not desperate.

“I can talk to Baron Harkonnen. But I am sure he would rather marry his nephew and heir to one of the Imperial Princesses,” your father informed you as your mother gasped at his words. She opposed the idea of this match completely.

“I understand,” you nodded. “Just do whatever it takes so if you fail, I will know you couldn’t possibly do more.”

He reluctantly agreed as he squeezed your cheek as if you were still a little girl. But perhaps it was a good thing that in his eyes you still were one. Because he would do anything to make you happy and fulfil your every whim.

You spotted your father talking to Baron Harkonnen during his nephew’s birthday party but you didn’t want to just stand in the corner and wait for the men to make decisions in your name. Despite your mother’s protests, you approached Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen and bowed slightly in sign of respect. He tilted his head, reminding you of a curious cat. You giggled and he squinted his eyes.

“Na-Baron, I couldn’t wait to meet you in person after seeing you fight in the arena,” you admitted.

“Lady (Y/N),” he greeted you coldly. “I wouldn’t expect such interests from a lady like you.”

“And I expected you would know more about the female nature,” you teased him and visibly angered him although he was trying to be on his best behaviour around guests. “Don’t you know that ladies love violence? The interesting ones at least,” you shrugged your arms.

“I don’t care what ladies like,” he answered. “I always get what I want either way.”

“I’m sure you do,” your eyes sparkled at a possibility of being one of the things he would want to claim for himself.

Most noble women were scared and disgusted after hearing all the stories about Feyd-Rautha and his sexual appetite, his psychotic nature. They would approach him only when needed and tried to stay away as far as possible. You were the very rare breed of women who would actually take interest in him and that intrigued him as he looked you up and down.

You gave him one last smile and walked back to your worried mother who was about to scold you for your reckless behaviour. However, for the rest of the night you kept glancing at the young na-baron and he was looking back. 

When you left the party, earlier than most people, you made sure to announce loud and clear that you were about to retire to your chambers. Then you looked deep into his eyes and walked out, followed by a servant. You dismissed her when you were in the guest wing and you continued your journey alone and as slow as possible.

You looked around but Feyd-Rautha seemed not to be following you. At least you could not see nor hear him and for a moment you thought you failed. After all, you were not a skilled seductress, you only did what your heart was telling you to do – your heart and your experience with the animals you loved the most. Cats.

And just like a cat and a skilled assassin that he was, Feyd silently emerged from the darkness when you were just about to open the doors leading to your bedroom. He was standing right behind you and his ominous presence sent a shiver down your spine.

“What are you doing, na-baron?” You swallowed thickly and shivered.

“Don’t pretend,” he whispered in his raspy voice. “You’re not the first spoiled noble lady who wants to use me for pleasure,” he told you. “What is it? Are you bored? Or engaged to an awful lord and you ant to find out what it’s like to have fun before you are forced to spend the rest of your life with him? Honestly, I don’t care,” he admitted and turned you around to face him. His touch was rough and for a second you genuinely felt scared when he trapped you between the doors and his muscular body.

The way he was staring down at you felt as if he was penetrating your soul. Only that his eyes were empty. He was gazing into you but you couldn't gaze back because he didn’t have a soul. There was an endless coldness in his pupils. And so much pain.

“It’s a misunderstanding,” you whispered, almost inaudibly, as the tips of your noses brushed against each other. “I am not one of those women. The only man who can take me will be my husband,” you tried to sound convincing and stern but with a small dose of innocence. He blinked slowly, surprised by your confession.

“I thought you wanted me to follow you,” he insisted.

“No,” you lied. “I was only looking at you because I find you interesting,” you looked down. “But it’s sad what you’ve just told me, my Lord,” you added.

“Why?” Feyd was confused as he took a step back.

“I don’t know… I just think you’re so much more than a toy to use for pleasure,” you looked up again to meet his gaze. “I don’t think you should let those ladies treat you like that. I know you keep telling yourself you like it but it’s not you always getting what you want. It’s them always getting what they want until there is nothing left of you, is it not, na-baron?” You batted your eyelashes and he took another step back, like a predator realising that the prey he had caught was poisonous. “Good night, my Lord… and happy birthday,” you gave him a soft smile and disappeared behind the doors leading to your bedroom.

You couldn’t sleep all night, clutching on the bedsheets and hoping for the best outcome. In the morning your father told you that The Baron was slowly starting to like the idea of your marriage union with his nephew. Apparently, he changed his mind after a conversation with Feyd-Rautha in the early morning.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” your father warned you at the sight of your wide smile.

“Oh, papa, I always do,” you assured him, already excited about your new pet kitty.

You stayed on Giedi Prime for a month for the courting process but Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen had the privilege of being able to call off the engagement at any moment. That, however, did not happen. He was growing more and more fond of you each day. You were watching him train and walking all around the fortress as he was telling you about his family’s history and culture. You were the most fascinated by the war stories and weapons, always eager to learn more. Always eager to let him steal a kiss here and there, let his hands wander but always stepping back when it would get too heated. You didn’t want him to use you and then discard you. No, he had to be patient for the real reward. Just like cats would lose interest if you let them catch the mouse too quickly.

What you noticed about him, though, was how much he avoided the intimate physical touch. He didn’t mind his opponents striking him or choking him, violating his body in any way, really. But the delicacy was making him flinch and startle to the point of aggression. He wouldn’t lash out at you but he would do that often at the servants. When it was you trying to caress him, he was clenching his jaw and shooting you a deadly glance. The more you knew about him, the more convinced you were that he was just a cat in a human form.

When a month passed, you were scared he would send you away. But instead of doing so, he sent a tailor and a bunch of servants to your room. It was time for you to make all the required fittings for your wedding dress. You sent out the invitations, too. And in the letter addressed to your parents, you mentioned all the things you wanted them to bring you to Giedi Prime.

One of them was your favourite kitty Mephisto.

On the first day of your marriage you were unpacking the boxes from home as Feyd was sitting up in bed and watching you. It was the only day he allowed himself to skip the daily training as the activities between a husband and a wife could count as one, too. However, you required a break and wanted to finally reunite with your favourite items… and your favourite pet.

Feyd’s eyes widened at the sight of a hairless cat in the arms of the servant girl.

“What is that monstrosity?” He asked you.

“That’s Mephisto! My cat!” You took him from the girl’s arms and cuddled him. “Oh, mummy’s been missing you, baby,” you cooed to him and he started to purr.

“You can’t be serious, wife,” Feyd moved closer to inspect the creature with his eyes. Mephisto hissed and you giggled. “That is a cat?”

“You’ve never seen one?” You asked.

“I have. But not like that. It’s ugly,” Feyd scrunched his nose.

“Why ugly?” You gasped and held Mephisto’s head lovingly as if you were protecting him from your husband’s harsh words.

“Cats have fur. This one is so…”

“Bald?” You teased and he closed his mouth, realising the irony. “I have plenty of cats back home but I was aware I couldn’t bring them all here. I chose Mephisto because he is my favourite. We had tough beginnings. He didn’t trust me and he was scratching me a lot. He’s a mean-mean baby,” you leaned in to kiss the cat and Feyd winced as he found it disgusting.

“Do whatever but I don’t want this creature in my chambers,” Feyd stated.

“You’re insane! Mephisto will never leave these chambers. I don’t want him to get lost or hurt in the fortress. Also, he always sleeps with me,” you protested.

Feyd took a deep breath in as he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

“If he scratches one thing… I will throw him out of the balcony door,” he threatened.

“If you do that, I will never speak to you again. And certainly I won’t ever share the bed with you, husband. Mephisto is like a child to me. You can’t threaten me this way. It does nothing but anger me,” you pointed out and cuddled the cat. “Aw, Mephisto, look, daddy’s angry.”

“I am not this thing’s… father,” Feyd drawled through gritted teeth as he stood up to put a robe on. “After all, I think I will go train today.”

“Then go,” you shrugged your arms. “I will cuddle with Mephisto in the meantime because I haven’t seen him in a month.”

Feyd shot you an angry glance.

“You’re not jealous, are you?” You looked up as that sudden realisation hit you.

“No,” he snorted. “Of this thing? Please,” he sneered at you and left the chambers.

“We have lots of work with your new daddy, Mephisto,” you chuckled to the kitty and kissed its head. He meowed at you.

Feyd-Rautha absolutely despised your cat. He hated that you allowed that creature to sleep in bed with you and you were always holding him in your arms. When Feyd was working on paperwork – which he hated – Mephisto would often jump on his desk and bother him. Many times when you were out of the room, Feyd had the urge to grab the creature and throw it out of the balcony or even snap its neck but when he actually extended his hands to catch the cat, the urge disappeared.

First of all, he didn’t want to hurt you. And that was a brand new feeling for him because never before had he cared about someone’s feelings like that. And second of all, the moment the cat was in his arms, Mephisto would start to purr and rub his head on Feyd’s hand or chest. Even though at first he found it disgusting, he quickly started to enjoy it. There was something comforting in the cat’s touch. It was not human and yet so pure. As time passed, he was allowing Mephisto to nap on his lap as he worked on the papers. Of course he would quickly put the cat away whenever someone was coming. He didn’t want anyone to see him so weak.

But he was jealous of the cat, too. He was jealous of the kisses and attention he was getting. The belly rubs and scratches behind the ear. The way Mephisto would curl up and sleep on your chest. Feyd craved it from you, too, but he didn’t know how to allow himself to ask for it. It would be humiliating, he thought, but also dangerous. He wanted to trust you but he was not able to. And whenever you tried to touch him gently, he was haunted by the memories he didn’t want to remember. He didn’t cuddle you at night and he didn’t allow you to do the same. While performing the marital duties, he had a feeling they would be even better if he allowed himself a little gentleness but he just couldn’t let his guard down. Not even around you.

For a long time, Mephisto was the only creature that saw the soft side of your husband. When they were alone in your chambers, Feyd would let him not only nap on him but he would also carry him in his arms and pet him. Sometimes he was starting fights for the cat to scratch and bite him and for Feyd it was great fun. They created a bond that you had no idea about. You kept thinking that your husband despised Mephisto and he didn’t mind you thinking this way.

So, when you spotted a scratch on Feyd’s desk one day, you panicked. You quickly covered it with a few papers laying aside and fixed your hair right before your husband walked inside the chambers that afternoon.

“What are you doing here so early?” You asked as he squinted his eyes at you, suspiciously.

“I have to work on the papers, answer some stupid letters,” Feyd sighed and approached you. He put his hands on your waist and inspected your suspicious face. “Is everything alright, wife?” He asked.

“Yes, my dear, perfectly fine,” you faked a smile. “I have to go and work on the preparations for the event next week,” you reminded him and he nodded before leaning in to give you a possessive kiss. He would give you them a few times a day to remind you to whom you belonged. Not that you minded. After all, you had been wanting this from the moment you had seen him in the arena.

“See you later, then, wife,” Feyd sat by the desk and your heart skipped a beat when you spotted him picking up one of the papers you had used to cover the scratch with. However, he didn’t seem to notice the damage done to his desk. You sighed with relief and left the chambers, hoping that Feyd would continue to be blind when it came to that scratch.

But when you came back to your bedroom two hours later, it was empty. You didn’t expect to see Feyd because he had his other duties to perform on that day. What worried you was the fact you couldn’t find your cat. After crawling all over the floor like a madwoman, trying to see if he was not hiding under any furniture, you just burst into tears in the middle of the carpet. You were sure that Feyd had spotted the scratch and gotten rid of your cat. After all, he had threatened to do so on the very first day of your marriage.

You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your forehead on them as you sobbed, hugging yourself. You could only blame yourself. Your parents had been warning you about the Harkonnens but you still wanted a man like Feyd-Rautha as your husband. Hoping to tame him as it would boost your spoiled ego even further to do that. And now your innocent little kitty was a victim of his fury. Was Mephisto still alive? You hoped so. But even if… how would he survive on Giedi Prime? He would not. And you would not either without him. He was your anchor.

You didn’t want to complain about your husband’s homeplanet because you chose him to be your husband yourself. And some part of you loved him – even though at the moment you weren’t so sure anymore – but it was not a friendly place. And it was not pleasant. It was cold and scary and colourless. Mephisto was reminding you of home. Of your other kittens, of your parents, of the real sunlight. He was also letting you love him like your husband would never do. And he was loving you back… unconditionally. And now he was gone. Your little baby.

You couldn’t tell for how long you had been sobbing like this. It could be hours. When Feyd came back to your chambers, he froze at the sight of you in such a position on the carpet.

“What happened, wife?” He asked as he stood above you. You didn’t answer, too angry at him. He sighed and crouched down to be on your level. “Are you hurt?” 

“Yes, I am,” you finally looked at him, furiously. He seemed to be surprised. “I am hurt by what you have done. And now you’re going to pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about, right? Go to hell. I hate you,” you snapped and hid your face again.

“I don’t understand. Can you explain this to me?” He asked, slowly, trying not to snap back at you.

“Mephisto! You got rid of him!” You sobbed.

“What? I have not…” He stuttered and put his arms on your shoulders to make you look up again. So you did but you were as angry as before.

“Don’t lie to me. You hated that cat and you just threw him away because he scratched your desk. Congratulations, Feyd-Rautha, you got rid of an innocent animal, you won with a sinless little baby; my baby. Are you proud of yourself? Was it a satisfying victory to hurt a little kitty?”

Feyd didn’t answer, he was staring at you as if you were crazy.

“It really feels as if you killed my baby,” you told him. “And I will never forgive you.”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t touch him. What happened?” Feyd shook your arms.

“He’s not here. I don’t know what you’ve done to him but he’s not here,” you sniffled.

“I didn’t do anything!” He protested.

“I don’t believe you!” You moved back, you hated to feel his touch on you. You clumsily stood up and curled on the bed. “I don’t want to see you. Go away. I wanted to love you but you’re rotten to the core. You’re just evil. Unlovable,” you muttered.

You couldn’t know how hurtful your words were. But Feyd didn’t blame you because you couldn’t know his true feelings. And he focused more on Mephisto anyway. He was worried about the kitty, too. So, after a while of staring at you without a word, he put his hand on his hip and looked around, as if he would magically find the cat. He even looked under the bed as your sobs filled the room.

Without a word, Feyd left the bedroom and you hugged your own arms as the pillow under your head was getting wet from your tears. 

It was dark already and you were half asleep when the doors opened again. It brought you back from the state of slumber but you felt too hopeless to even lift a hand to turn on the light. You recognised Feyd’s silhouette approaching you so you decided to ignore him completely. Nothing could fix this damage. Never.

You felt him sitting on the edge of the bed while turning the bedside lamp on. You squinted your eyes at the sudden brightness.

“I found him,” Feyd’s whisper made your eyes open as you sat up rapidly, utterly shocked at the sight of Mephisto in your husband’s arms.

“Wh-what?” You asked. At first, your sleepy and foggy brain refused to believe that the cat was really your Mephisto.

“He was hiding in the dungeons,” Feyd explained. “I searched through the whole fortress to find him. Hired half of the guards to help me. My uncle found it hilarious,” Feyd handed you the kitty and you sobbed out of relief. Mephisto was stinking but he was alive and healthy. You hugged him tight to your chest. “One of the servants was not cautious enough and left the doors ajar when she was cleaning here.”

“Which one?” You asked, angrily.

“It doesn’t matter. I have dealt with her already,” Feyd assured you and you nodded.

You suddenly began to feel guilty for the way you had treated your husband before. Now, when Mephisto was back in your arms and it was all thanks to Feyd…

“I didn’t expect you to care so much,” you admitted, not wanting to look up and meet his gaze. Your hands focused on caressing the cat. “That you didn’t want me to be sad.”

“You’re my wife of free choice. I don’t want my wife to be sad,” Feyd nodded. “And I wanted the cat back,” he added. You eventually looked up at him, surprised by his confession.

“You hate him,” you reminded him.

“Not at all,” Feyd smirked nervously and you didn’t say anything to that. You had no idea that he actually liked the cat. You still had a lot to learn when it came to the ways in which your husband would show his affection.

“I was cruel to you,” you whispered. “I am sorry.”

“You had your reasons to be,” he only said. “And you were not wrong about me.”

“I was,” you moved to the side gently, making a space in bed for him to lay there, too.

So he did, without a word. And one of his hands actually caressed Mephisto’s head. The cat began to purr and you realised they had already had a bond that you had just not noticed before.

Hesitantly, you dared to raise one of your hands, too. You gently brushed Feyd’s forehead and then his cheek. He didn’t startle this time and you happily began to explore every curve of his beautiful face with your fingertips.

“You’re funny,” you giggled and he looked up, curiously. “You’re the scariest Harkonnen but you’re also the prettiest,” you admitted and he blushed a little. You had never expected to see him blush. “And look at you, you allow me to touch you.”

“It feels good when you do that,” Feyd closed his eyes just like Mephisto had his own pair shut close. You swore, if your husband was an actual animal, he would start purring under your touch.

You felt proud of yourself to tame him. You had known from the moment you had seen him that you would succeed. But it was not the pride that made your heart swell. It was love. There was something about Feyd-Rautha that just made you want to treat him like a kitty, too. Scratch him behind his ear and let him sleep on your chest. Most ladies would call you insane for that but you knew him in a way they would never know him. You leaned in to place a kiss upon Mephisto’s forehead and then you did the same to Feyd-Rautha.

“I’m sorry I have doubted you,” you whispered to him. “You would never hurt me, am I right?”

He only hummed in response, moving even closer to your body. You smiled to yourself.

“I have tamed you, husband, have I not?”

But he didn’t reply. He was already asleep, snoring lightly. You had never seen his face so relaxed and carefree before. He didn’t have to say anything for you to know the answer.

And as much as you loved Mephisto like your own little baby… You had a new favourite pet now.

MASTERLIST

[lord-radish]

I saw an ask recently abt Sonic Frontiers that was like "omg when is sonic coming out?!!?!?!" and the response was "when he's ready, be respectful"

and as many things have done over the past year and a half, it reminded me of my former best friend whose idea of trying to be supportive was to try and get me to discuss my sexuality, which I never did because I wasn't comfortable with outing myself.

like there was one time when he was like "yeah just like download Tinder or like grindr or whatever", there were other occasions where he just casually dropped that he didn't think I was straight, and he would get frustrated that I wasn't more open with him. And that ask really does sum it up - it wasn't respectful. He didn't respect my boundaries, and he wanted to force the issue because he felt entitled to know. He was upset that I wasn't sharing information with him despite him being my best friend.

I do genuinely think it was coming from a good place, like he wasn't trying to be malicious, but the fact that he kept pushing it when I didn't want to talk about it really bothered me. There was this attitude of like "friends tell each other everything, I don't like that you don't share things with me" - which is valid enough to a point. I did close myself off from him, starting years earlier and then more rapidly towards the end. He's entitled to feeling closed out.

But god, I have shit I want to keep to myself. There are deep, personal, private things that are mine to keep, and nobody is entitled to that. My sexuality is one of those things, and that's information that is absolutely, unabashedly okay for me to keep close to my chest. And to be prodded and questioned, to have people make comments about my sexuality to my face because they feel entitled to that conversation when I don't want it - that shit cuts. I HATE thinking about it.

Quick sidenote, if you're reading this David, you can go and fuck yourself a thousand times over. I'll never forgive you for eight years of shit like this that made me uncomfortable.

Anyway this post has been weighing heavily on my mind for a couple weeks now. And it all dropped from a comedy ask about Sonic the Hedgehog. Be respectful of other people's privacy, and if you speculate about that aspect of them, keep it to yourself and give them the space, privacy and time to deal with it and come to you IF they feel like it. Not WHEN, IF. If they don't tell you, it's none of your business. Be respectful.

[sweetestlamb]

Yoga

Summary: Vincenzo hides his jealousy as well as he hides being part of the mafia.

Author's note: it was supposed to be a cute jealous yoga story I don't know why this ended in angst 😂😂😂 I really need to get my life together. Also Vincenzo rubbed me the wrong way today and some people are trying to convince me that I'm interpreting the show incorrectly and explaining to me why it didn't offend them and why everything was fine and I just need you to know, my opinion isn't changing but listen if you had a great time today watching the episode please don't let me stop you. I don't need anyone to be outraged with me. I'll be mad all by myself I promise! But just to be clear my problem was the creation of yet another gay character who an awful person in a kdrama. I can count on one hand the amount of times I've seen gay characters not be predators or abusive.

Anywho I give you jealous aerial yoga fun that ends in man pain!

He probably believes that he's being inconspicuous again, hiding this side of him as well as he'd thought he was hiding being a member of the mafia. But he's just as obvious as he always is in her eyes, much like her he's too theatrical to ever really conceal how he's feeling. He talks too much and reveals his cards too easily- especially to her.

He's attracted to her that much is painfully evident, if her father's nosy assistant hadn't interrupted they would have kissed. She would have been laid across the table and taken apart, his eyes promised a great time as he devoured her. She was just as attracted to him, she wouldn't have stopped him from doing whatever he wanted.

It is getting more difficult to ignore the quiet moments though, when she can feel his eyes on her and it's not sexual at all. He's just looking at her and she feels bare, naked.

Those moments scare her in a way she hasn't felt before. Ergo she presses them deep, deep into the dark corners of her brain behind all the different ways that she has concocted to throw off others, she's used to being strange and having men overlook her for it.

She's never been what others would consider "sexy". But then he appears and suddenly men seem to see her in a new light. Or maybe he brings her attention to it.

It all begins at the coffee shop, they've made a habit of starting their mornings together by getting coffee. She doesn't analyze what exactly they're doing but some may consider it a date, she hasn't giving the outings a title there's no need to.

She feels comfortable with him and he hasn't been resistant to her pushing her way into his life. She has always been like this, too much and overbearing. Usually it drives people away and she pretends that it doesn't hurt that she's something that people need in doses, she's heard that so often that it's etched in her brain.

Friends in college, boyfriends and her colleagues to name a few.

But for some reason he keeps coming back for more doses, regularly smiling at her shenanigans even egging on her antics with full body laughs.

So he'd taken her to get coffee grinning once again as she dragged her caffeine deprived body dramatically like a puppet with its strings cut to the counter, plopping herself on the surface before crying out, "If I don't get a large sewage water in five minutes my death will be on your hands!" The barista behind the counter grinned over at her, used to her dramatics. He was young, barely nineteen and he'd tried his hand at flirting with her a few times. She had promptly laughed in his face the first time, spewing coffee everywhere before strutting out of the shop.

Laughing and punching a stranger in the arm, ignoring the loud "Hey! What are you doing," before she danced down the sidewalk, hand on her hip as she flipped her hair before shouting to the sky, "I've still got it, baby!"

That day he had glanced at Vincenzo before walking over to her, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I didn't realize I had so much power over you. What if I say I won't give it to you unless you let me take you on a date?" She remembered her eyes widening in shock and then disbelief and finally landing on bemusement, he was persistent she would give him that much but she was no cougar so his flirting was futile.

She opened her mouth to let him down easy- laugh in his face again and remind him that he had to be this old to ride her ride but suddenly her Italian was leaning across the counter, all cool lines with a deadly smile on his face.

With a his deep voice he chillingly said, "If you don't give it to her your death will be on my hands."

There was heavy silence.

He continued, "I know how to kill a man with only a coffee cup and a string."

The barista, Heon, stared at Vincenzo with all of the blood draining from his youthful face. She didn't blame him the man did sound unnervingly serious and the look in his eyes was a little too real to be purely acting. Plus there was conveniently a coffee cup and a string right there on the table, it was an oddly specific thing to say.

Then after a pregnant pause, he started laughing loudly filling the entire shop like a mad man and she looked over at him as if he had lost his damn mind but this was her favorite coffee shop, she couldn't be banned so she started laughing with him, guffawing and pushing the idiot on the shoulders.

"He's just joking! HahaHAHAHA, laugh it was a joke! LAUGH!!" She leaned across the counter to pat the scared boy on the back but then Vincenzo leaned into her, draping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her back until she was no longer touching him. His laughter static and too robotic to be anything other than a hoax.

She'd never seen anyone brew coffee that fast before. It was impressive what a person could do when they felt as if their life was in danger she'd thought, she gave him a generous tip before leaving.

Heon mysteriously stopped working when they would normally come to the coffee, another barista informed her that he had switched his hours. A certain Italian was really cheerful upon hearing the news, whistling an unknown tune as he sipped his tiny cup of espresso- double shot, traipsing away with a pep in his step and the wind beneath his suit coat.

His random violent outbursts continued.

Bartenders. Businessmen. Traffic officers. Other lawyers. A librarian who had flirtatiously whispered that she wouldn't need to be quiet when they were alone. Suddenly there were men everywhere and she was the hottest thing on the menu, her lower back probably had an imprint of his hand by now from all the times he would steer her away from her suitors.

Every time his excuses were the same, "I'm just protecting you. Guys like that are scum, you deserve better."

Well the one she wanted had no intention of staying so why was he blocking anyone else from trying?

Thinking about it makes her chest feel tight and she welcomes the weekend, she has booked an aerial yoga class to release some of the stress and tension just being around the Italian causes.

It's a warm day so she dons a small set, a light blue sports bra with matching shorts throwing a light jacket over in case the temperature drops at the end of the day. Looking in the mirror she scoops her hair into a low ponytail, pushing back baby hairs that frame her face.

She swipes a thin layer of chapstick across her dry lips before grabbing her phone, keys, gym membership card and her gym bag with a change of clothes.

The drive to the studio is short, she listens to BlackPink on the radio happily screaming about her dududududu complete with car choreo that consists of arm shakes and a lot of hair whipping. It's another miraculous day where she does not cause a car accident, she gives herself a high five for the small victory.

She parks her car haphazardly driving onto the sidewalk several times before getting it right. With a satisfied sigh she hops out of her car, opening the back door and bending over to grab her gym bag.

"Cha-young ah?"

A familiar voice surprises her and she jumps bumping her head into the roof of her car with a cry, she drops the gym bag and leans out of the car rubbing her throbbing head with a pained grimace.

Vincenzo is standing in front of her, in what is the most casual outfit she has ever seen him wear. A pair of navy blue sweatpants, a plain white t-shirt and expensive looking black sneakers, leave it to him to wear Balenciagas when trying to look casual.

Her mouth becomes very dry as she takes in the unexpected but very much welcome sight.

Shaking herself out of her stupor she raises an eyebrow at him, "What are you doing here?" She asks once again leaning into her car to retrieve her gym bag. When she turns around slamming the door shut she watches Vincenzo peel his eyes away, quickly looking away from her direction.

Had he been checking her out?

She smirks at the thought before openly checking him out. Eyes perusing his body up and down in a slow and thorough examination.

"Are you checking me out?" He asks amused as he folds his arms across his chest, making his already impressive biceps look even bigger and more enticing. She knows exactly what he's doing, he's about as subtle as a bulldozer.

"Yes, I am. Do you need me to turn around again so you can check me out?" She laughs easily as he sputters and tries to deny her claims, once he realizes that she doesn't believe a word he's saying he finally stops, admitting defeat.

"Those are...great shorts." He drawls, gone is the embarrassed act. Now he's freely eying her shorts clad body, eyes hot as they trail up and down her legs.

Shaking her head she smiles at him, "You never answered my question. What are you doing here?" He struts over to her prying her gym bag from her hand and throwing it over his free shoulder. She tries not to get too affected by his sudden closeness, his cologne filling her nostrils with the fresh earthy musk.

"My gym is here. I came to work out. You look like you had the same idea, you should have called me." There he goes again, making space for himself in her life although he has no intention of staying with her. It was cruel and she knows she should cut him off before it's too late.

"I don't think you'll be interested in what I'm doing." She answers walking ahead, holding the gym door open for him. They both show their card to the attendant at the front and the young worker smiles at her before saying, "Your aerial yoga class will be starting in five minutes. It's best to go early and secure a good spot."

She can see Vincenzo's questioning face in her peripheral but she ignores him to nod at the younger woman, tugging her bag off his shoulder and nodding at him in dismissal.

"Enjoy your work out." She climbs the stairs leading to the huge studio where the aerial classes are held. His eyes are like lasers on her back and she already knows that he's going to follow her, he's too intrigued to stay away. That's what she was banking on.

She would get him back for all his jealous tantrums this past week. There were so many places they were probably going to be banned from and all because he didn't know how to play well with others. She's wasn't some toy he could claim. Especially when she couldn't claim him back.

Finding a spot in the corner she puts her bag down on one of the mats that are provided, taking a few moments to do some light stretches. She bends over touching her toes before dipping her head and elongating her neck, then she does a few squats and jumping jacks just to get her blood pumping and her heart racing.

She can feel the exact moment that he comes, it also helps that all the women gasp and she can hear coy giggles about their new guest. She pretends not to notice him, stretching backwards into a perfect handstand holding it for a few minutes before tilting back and planting her feet until she's upright again. She almost loses her composure when she catches his expression in the large windows.

He looks shocked and aroused, neck redder than normal.

All the women settle down when the instructor comes to the front of the room, they have reached the point where he no longer shows them what to do instead he walks around the room correcting their form and giving tips or words of encouragement.

He's a beautiful man, with mocha colored skin and a lean muscled build and the most gorgeous head of coily hair. She has been coming here for months and they've become quite closer as they have a lot in common, most importantly they both love men. When they had run into each other and realized they were staring at the same guy's ass, it was love at first ogle.

When he comes over to greet her she immediately steps into his space with a mischievous grin. Sean grins back looking exasperated already but he still says, "What are you up to? I know that smile Ms. Cha-young." She leans closer certain that Vincenzo is avidly watching her every move. Trailing a finger up his thick bicep she whispers, "Nine o clock, don't look but I need your help to teach him a lesson. Are you up to it?"

Sean starts to turn his head before processing her order and stopping, he stares at her before a devilish look gleams in his bright eyes too.

"You know I'm always up." He replies voice full of innuendos and she fake swoons, bringing her hand to her forehead. "Don't tease me."

He chuckles at her before walking back to the front of the room, none of the other women react to their flirtations used to their antics and everyone already knows that Sean is as gay as the pride flag. Everyone except one fuming Italian.

She can feel his waves of anger crashing across the room and she tugs at the cloth in front of her testing the weight before easily hoisting herself up, letting it cup her bottom as her feet dangle.

She's ready to put on a show.

He hadn't stalked her per se, he'd merely overheard one of the tenants say that they'd seen Cha-young in a nearby studio on weekends so he'd went to see if she really did go there. And then there she was bent over in her car, pert little bottom sticking out the car and he wanted nothing more than to smack the flesh and watch it bounce and jiggle under his hand.

This was why he was so protective, not jealous. Protective. She was too careless with her body and there were salacious men out there ready to take advantage of that, she needed someone like him who had a pure heart to look out for her.

He was allowed to fantasize about spanking her while having a pure heart, it was called having duality.

So he'd followed her into the gym, a little peeved when she abandoned him without a word to attend something called "aerial yoga", he knew regular yoga and if it was anything like that he was very much interested.

In watching her do it.

Turning to the young worker who had been staring a hole in his face, he sent her a charismatic smile before leaning nonchalantly on the counter, he could tell that he had her full attention by the way her mouth fell open.

He almost felt bad, she seemed a bit wet behind the ears. But he wasn't really trying to seduce her so it was fine, he wasn't some old creepy predator.

"Hey, that aerial yoga class am I allowed to watch it? I want to see if it's something I might be interested in." He lies to the younger woman, watching her process his words before answering.

"Well technically that class is restricted for those who signed up..." She trails off looking at him and he smiles brightly, pushing his curly hair off his forehead he had forgo his products today and the way her eyes follow his fingers make him thankful that he did so. "But you won't do any harm by watching, I'm sure it'll be fine. Go on up." She finishes and he throws a mental fist pump, he still had it.

Outwardly he smiles serenely, thanking her before walking up the stairs that Cha-young just disappeared up. It leads to a spacious studio with a wall of gleaming mirrors and huge bay windows overlooking the city. He looks around before his eyes land on her, the reason why he's here.

He swallows a groan as he watches her stretch that slim gently curvy body, she's all smooth lines and feminine appeal. When she starts squatting he can't help but watch those firm cheeks tensing and tightening, he lazily leans back hungrily watching her.

Then he almost swallows his tongue when she bends backwards into a perfect bridge before lifting herself into a handstand, damn she was strong and deliciously flexible. Looking her in the eye was going to be even more difficult now.

His heckles raise when he sees another man approaching her suddenly, a Black man who seems way too familiar with his Cha-young based on the way they both grin and invade the others space. He sneers as he watches them whisper and grin at each other, who was this guy and why were they so close? He releases a sigh of relief when the man finally backs up, going to the front of the room before pressing a button and light soothing music begins to play.

He must be the instructor then. Wonderful. He prays that was the end of the unnecessary touching and standing too close to his lawyer. He doesn't want to have to make a scene.

It isn't the end. Not by a long shot.

The instructor who had introduced himself as Sean easily walked around, stopping every once in a while to correct someone or praise them for having good form. The ladies would preen and thank him and that was it, he would nod before moving on.

Cha-young was the only exception to this rule.

He watches mesmerized as the limber lawyer bends herself into a graceful pose that resembles a swan and he can't fight the images that start flashing in his mind of them in bed, her twisting around him with pieces of cloth. Tying him up and showing him just how flexible she is all night long until they both sore and sated.

When she suddenly releases the cloth and starts tumbling to the ground he finds himself jumping into action shoving the fantasy to the crevice of his mind, legs already moving to catch her before she saves herself with her ankles, her body swinging freely with her face only inches from the floor. His heart skips a beat before it starts chugging along again.

Why was she always worrying him?

"That was perfect Cha-young! You've finally let go of your fear of falling!" Sean praises her walking over and patting her legs, but he doesn't let go after the quick touch. He keeps those grabby hands on her thigh and helps her back up onto the cloth, he thinks that will be the end of it. He's wrong.

He moves her body into a new pose with the cloth wrapped around her shoulder and he glares when a hand runs down her back precariously close to her bottom before rolling back up. He pushes her gently on the cloth harness and she laughs gleefully before she whispers something to the instructor, it's hard to read her lips from this distance but he can make out, "with me."

He understands what she asked for when Sean nods and moves into position.

Sean wraps his arms around the same cloth and suddenly lifts himself off the ground, his face level with her groin and he wants to go over and rip the cloth from the ceiling and strangle the man with it. Then Sean pulls himself up and Cha-young slides out of her seated position, grabbing the cloth too until they're face to face and spinning in lazy hypnotic circles. They both have huge grins on their faces as they move together in perfect harmony, the last straw comes when she wraps her legs around his waist and their bodies are pressed together- he sees blazing red and disconcerting white and then finally pitch black.

He's fleeing before he's even aware of it. Bounding down the stairs, two steps at a time then shoving the entrance door open and letting the surge of cool air ease his anger. If he stayed another second the instructor would be dangling out the window much like that thug before except he wasn't sure if he would be able to pull him back up.

Why was he so anger? She'd looked fine, happy even. She clearly wasn't being taken advantage of. But his rage is bursting at the seams and he jolts when a hand suddenly grips his wrist. Instinctively he turns grabbing the person and slamming them into the nearby wall.

Cha-young looks up at him, face flushed and sweaty.

That will also be burned into his retina.

"You should know better than to sneak up on me." He warns taking deep breaths to suppress some of the frustration he feels looking at her, the memory still fresh in his mind.

"What's wrong with you?" She counters bringing her hands to his shoulders rubbing in a calming motion, "You look pissed. Did something happen?"

He watches her for a second, taking her in seemingly harmless question and recalls her legs wrapped around another man who wasn't him and he wants to punch that fucking handsy instructor right in his smug fac--

Wait.

She was smiling. No, smirking. Right up at him like she knew everything that was racing through his head.

He'd been played.

"Did you have fun?" He asks voice laced with snarkiness and he shoves her harder into the wall, red hot fury brewing in the pit of his stomach. She knew that he was part of the mafia but still acted like this. Did she not have any sense of self preservation?

"Were you jealous?" She asks in a ostentatiously cutesy voice like this is all a hilarious joke and he wants to kiss that damn smug look right off her face. No one has ever dared to treat him like this, acted like he was a joke.

She's playing with fire and he's not opposed to burning her up.

"Do you still think you have the upper hand right now?" He looms over her pushing his pelvis into her and she squeaks at the hardness that pokes into her. To his surprise she eagerly presses back, pulling him in by his waist until they are flushed chest to chest. He doesn't know if an upper hand exists anymore.

"Yes. I do, getting to see you jealous was the highlight of my day. Cute little jealous mafia lawyer."

He snarls at her feeling stupid because of how easily she can play him, and without thinking he wraps his arms around her.

"You looked really cozy with him."

She sniffs before pouting at him, "Yeah and you didn't fight for me at all. Where were the death threats and cold glares? Sean would have pissed his pants." Her giggles only make him angrier because she's seen through him all along.

He stares at her blankly before throwing caution to the wind and leaning down to capture her tempting lips, he runs a hand through her ponytail tugging her head closer to him and she moves easily with him standing on her tiptoes. He closes his eyes ready to put himself out of his misery when he feels a finger in his lips, he blinks his eyes open staring at her perplexed and a bit offended.

"What?"

"Are you staying in Korea?" She talks over him, her finger firm on his mouth.

They both stare at each other and her question spins in his busy mind, thoughts too full of her seductive moves earlier and how badly he wanted to destroy anyone who dared to look at her. He doesn't know why that question is coming up now, at this particular moment when he just wants to kiss her breathless. They can leave the rational thoughts for later, right now there should be more frenzied kissing. But when he tries to push her finger away she grabs his face hard, adamant.

He stares at her and finally he sees the chinks in her armor, gone is the overly confident Cha-young that he's so used to seeing and there's something softer in that stead, the vulnerability that always shrouds over her eyes when they have this reoccurring conversation is back and it leaves him feeling cornered as it always does.

He can't answer that question. The answer should be easy and it had been before her. He was going to take his gold and get the fuck out of this God forsaken country.

That had been the plan pre: Cha-young.

Now that plan was muddled and he could admit that he was jealous of other men stealing her away from him, at least to himself. Could admit that he wanted to wreck her completely, have her screaming in his bed those nimble limbs wrapped around him as he thrust into her over and over and over. But he wasn't ready to admit that he might feel something more than just intense attraction to her. That she had changed all his plans and made him consider settling down, with her. It was insane, he barely knew her and they weren't even in a relationship.

"No. I told you, I'm leaving."

He's a coward. He can admit that too.

She sends him a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes before ducking under his arms.

"Then leave and don't confuse me. I'm not yours to get jealous over. I'll see you Monday."

She doesn't look back, walking straight to her car and speeding away without checking any of her mirrors as she's wont to do despite him constantly reprimanding her for it, he's certain she's over the speed limit.

He punches the wall with a yell, the pain in his fist nothing compared to the pain in his chest. It was a huge mistake coming back here.

[viridiave]

NARUMITSU <ATTEMPTING TO READ THE SUBTEXT PLATONICALLY>

*Wrote all this some time last month so I might be off- really really off- also full disclosure I too am a Narumitsu shipper- this is just me giving myself a bad time doing the impossible and having fun XD

-I am going to fail sooner or later. Looking at you, Bridge to the Turnabout.

FIRST GAME >Turnabout Samurai -Yep. We're jumping right in with 'unnecessary feelings'. I'm going to be put on a stake for this. -This is going to become the main argument with any and all homoerotic subtext present in the first game- that it was unintentional. They didn't actively start making it gay until the second game, and even before then the producer for the games had to warn the development team not to try and insert these themes for fear of getting it wrong and lose the fanbase they'd accidentally caught the eye of. I can still create arguments for why this specific, hilariously meme-able line could be read romantically of course- but as far as the game development team at the time was concerned this interaction was never meant to be read as romantic. -Unease and uncertainty are... very valid feelings for Edgeworth to feel at this very moment and as much as I'd like to joke that he was feeling uncertain about his sexuality after seeing his childhood friend as an adult, this line was really just likely meant to lead up to the conclusion of Turnabout Goodbyes and Edgeworth's character arc for this game. His perfect win streak had just been shattered in a case prior. In this case, he was meant to persecute the lead actor of his favorite show- and in some ways his helping the defense can be taken as his biases getting the better of him. His sense of justice and his entire worldview is about to be overhauled, and I can see how he would regard this budding doubt in himself as an unnecessary (heh) distraction from what he believes is his true purpose in life.

>Turnabout Goodbyes -Edgeworth wanting to keep him away from DL-6 has its own section mostly because of how stubborn he becomes when it comes to Phoenix's insistence in particular. It's clear that this stubbornness is a front, I will concede with that- but there are merits to his initial reluctance in accepting Phoenix's defense. It's evident that Phoenix himself has grown over the course of the game so far, but in both of the times that he faced off against Edgeworth in court, his victories were... a tad bit contrived. For instance in Turnabout Sisters, Phoenix really only wins because Mia was being channeled and blackmailed White as he was about to leave the stand. Turnabout Samurai is a little better- but had him rely on quite a lot of coincidences (proven later to be substantiated) that surfaced during the trial. This is nothing to say of the deeper reason Edgeworth has over dissuading Phoenix from taking his case ("You in particular I cannot ask to do this.")- where I can make an argument for his pride and/or concern over Phoenix's career as an attorney. The stakes are relatively high here as well- if Phoenix fails, Edgeworth is incarcerated, Manfred von Karma goes free, DL-6 goes cold once again with no hope of getting re-opened, and everything that Phoenix has been working towards as an attorney would have been in vain. DL-6 is a case that has ruined many lives- it'd make sense if Edgeworth himself felt as though it would be a waste of time and effort to take this case because of how convinced he was of murdering his own father prior to Gourd Lake. He'd grown up for the past 15 years with a nightmare and a death sentence over his head- I wouldn't be surprised if he simply gave up and accepted that he was going to die at the hands of his prosecuting mentor. Even if he were acquitted for the murder of Robert Hammond, his perceived involvement in DL-6 would have thrown a wrench in his freedom- any lesser attorney would have given up on that. And this is unloaded BEFORE Phoenix tells him about the true reason as to why he became an attorney. -Phoenix's insistence to defend Edgeworth in this case can easily just be read as platonic- his complete, unfettered faith in Edgeworth's innocence is heavily influenced by that class trial, for better or for worse. While I'm perfectly happy to imagine that Phoenix's attachment to his idealized version of Edgeworth grew into something deeper sometime in the fifteen years that he hasn't seen him, I do believe that Phoenix in particular really is just that much of a sentimental person. This is to say nothing of his nature as a defense attorney- and what little time he's managed to spend with Mia has taught him that unbridled trust in his client is what gets him through the day, and he's putting it to practice here. Edgeworth was what he has been working towards the moment he decided he would practice law- as Phoenix at this point in time still believes that he could do no wrong despite seeing what Edgeworth is truly like in court. -Cutting into the meat of Phoenix and Edgeworth's shared past, I made a point earlier to say that Phoenix's perception of Edgeworth as a person is idealized. Every memory that Phoenix has had of Edgeworth prior to the events of the first game were from their childhood- and they had 4-8 months (plus one year if we're generous with the retconning some of the official art gave us) MAX to develop a friendship so strong that Phoenix makes major life decisions just to meet with this man. The fact that this time spent together was ENOUGH for Phoenix in the first place is... really hard to skirt around. To quote Dan from GameGrumps "this is something that you would only do for someone you're trying to marry" and if one of them was a woman I guarantee this ship would be canon already. But then again- since this is Phoenix Wright in particular somehow I can believe that he really is just that sentimental- and that isn't always a bad thing. He'd managed to save Edgeworth twice with this conviction after all. When Phoenix sees Edgeworth, he doesn't see a demon prosecutor, he sees his childhood friend who aimed to become a shining example of justice following in his father's footsteps. They address how shaky his foundations for becoming an attorney were in the Phoenix Wright Files once actually- going through a mini-existential crisis because he'd become an attorney with the main goal of saving Edgeworth from what he'd become, and now that he's accomplished that he's just kind of... lost. Edgeworth himself manages to pull him out of this, though. -man that hurts my case a lot actually but to be fair I was banking on failing -I just didn't expect it to happen so early even with the first game -in fact ESPECIALLY with the first game -though I cannot for the life of me wonder how I can come up with a heterosexual explanation for why the buildup towards Edgeworth telling Phoenix and Maya about his nightmares reads so much like a stunted love confession. I'm serious- just read any high school shojo manga ever. You'll find that it hits a lot of the same beats.

>Rise From The Ashes -It's in this case that we observe some of the consequences that the intial upheaval of Edgeworth's worldview in Turnabout Goodbyes causes him; distrust in the enforcement of the law. Not exactly the time for him to be dabbling in another, meme-able brand of unnecessary feelings. Several things like the Prosecutor's Office's relationship with the Police Department starts to waver with the murder of Bruce Goodman, and this becomes the final nail in the coffin for Edgeworth's worldviews and values as a prosecutor. His and Phoenix's teamwork in this trial becomes prevalent- the story behind the King of Prosecutors award represents this best despite it's currently incomplete state. The backstory behind this award paints an ideal of justice in the courtroom wherein the truth comes out as a result of the efforts of contradictory forces. A broken halberd that can cut through any shield (the prosecution) and a broken, unbreakable shield (the defense). Read as representation the text becomes something of a metaphor for the ideal justice that manifests itself in the best parts of Edgeworth and Phoenix respectively- the duality of their opposing professions rather than something that is limited to their relationship. -The same argument that I've used for Phoenix's unwavering belief in Edgeworth's innocence in Turnabout Goodbyes can be used for this case as well. -Though Edgeworth still goes M.I.A for a year after this case, it does grant his disappearance a bit more context as to why exactly it is that he left- and I'll be taking a tiny liberty with this and apply the interpretation that the Miles Edgeworth Files grants us, and that he left in order to better himself and grow as a person, a prosecutor, and as a friend to Phoenix Wright. It's... difficult for me to want to read this as anything but romantically-charged because the narrative beats are NOT lost on me (the dialogue makes this especially hard. send help.)- there's a possibility that Edgeworth at this point in time realizes the value in having a better, more functional dynamic with the one defense attorney who he considers a true equal in court. This dynamic will allow for less chances to encounter missteps and errors in any verdicts handed down in court, and if Edgeworth is to pursue his ideal of justice- Phoenix Wright is undoubtedly essential to this endeavor. The aftermath of Rise From The Ashes is indicative of this newfound goal of his- the symbolism behind the old King of Prosecutors award and the two halves of the evidence list certainly helps this case. -<"It seems all you do is worry about me." -Miles Edgeworth, Rise From The Ashes> For good fucking reason Edgeworth. You were accused of murder and have implicated yourself on the stand for DL-6 just a few months ago- and if the Investigations games are anything to go by, you're more of a danger magnet than PHOENIX is. I had to say it. The first Investigations game takes place over the course of 2-3 days and the sheer amount of shit that Edgeworth had to deal with in between that interval truly makes me wonder how Phoenix Wright ended up with the title of danger magnet. And THIS time- Edgeworth's car becomes a crime scene because his corrupt superiors needed a convenient way of transporting a corpse. There's VERY good reasons to worry about the livelihood of Miles Edgeworth. -Okay I... can't believe I forgot about the chessboard. Here's the kicker- the one we see from his office isn't even the only one he owns. I... legitimately cannot give you ANY purely heterosexual, platonic explanation for why Miles Edgeworth has THREE (THREE. I CANNOT OVERSTATE THIS. HE HAS T H R E E OF THESE FUCKING THINGS. GOOD GOD. HE CAN'T BE ANY MORE EXTRA.)(there exists a similar, portable set in the Investigations games- and he has a new set by the time of Dual Destinies) sets of custom-made chessboards with personalized, highly-specific red and blue designs made purely to depict his rivalry with Phoenix Wright. I fold. I give up. I forgot about the chessboards I wAS NOT EXPECTING TO FAIL THIS E A R LY- -You know what the real kicker is with Rise From the Ashes? The main argument that I have introduced back in Turnabout Samurai does not apply here. Rise From the Ashes was made as a DS-exclusive case and did not exist in the original GameBoy version of the Trilogy. Which means if there is homoerotic tension written in for this case (and there happens to be a lot. the chessboard is proof enough.), then we can safely assume that the writers at this point were well-aware. So yeah- maybe don't feel TOO bad about the unnecessary feelings line- because ever since then the writers have been playing off of that and it SHOWS. -Is there really a point to this I'm just- everything is stacked against me tryna interpret this platonically -Like I know I make a point to say that a romantic relationship isn't the end-all of all relationships because this franchise LOVES pushing the Found Family dynamic and I'm an absolute sucker for that -good god by the time Dual Destinies rolls around I'll probably just give up and happily say they're happily married -that's literally what they act like don't even pretend

[imagineaworlds]

Rules & Roses

“lauren”

Written By: @desperately-bisexual​

Request: None.

Warnings: Cursing. Mild smut (18+).

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Non-binary!Reader x Emily Prentiss (poly triad)

Word Count: 3507

Tossing and turning all night, I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about Aaron and the kiss we shared. It was cliche to refer to it as electrical and perfect… but the longer I laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the harder it became to think of literally any other way to describe it. I forgot that people kissed like that. I forgot that there could be a passion that was stronger than sexual anticipation. That kiss was a reminder that there were people out there who were just as desperate to find someone to love, just like I was. Aaron kissed me back with even more passion than I gave in. His arms constricted around me. His fingers dug into me. His breath was hot on my nose as he breathed between kisses. His lips were so soft and relaxed. When our chests were pressed together and he was leaning over me, I could feel his heart beating in his chest. Every time mine skipped a beat, so did his. And then there was the way he smiled at me afterwards… When we realized what had happened, we stayed close, holding each other, staring at each other, and then we started laughing simultaneously. Since it happened so fast and fervently, we were only starting to realize what we did after the fact.

He tucked my hair behind my ear so that he could see my entire face. “I lied. I’m not sorry.”

I laughed. “Me, neither.”

We ended the night by getting back into his car, driving to my place, and he walked me up to my door. There was a moment when I thought that he would ask to come in. I wondered if I was wrong. Did he just want to get into my pants? It was a consideration I had all the way up to the door and as I was unlocking it, until I turned to see that he wasn’t trying to make another move on me. I searched his eyes to see if he was hiding it so that I would make the first move. Nothing. It was going to be really hard going out with a profiler. But… I was okay with that.

“I’ll see you bright and early in the morning, then,” I said.

Aaron nodded. “Bright and early.”

I fiddled with my keys. “Goodnight.”

He leaned up on his toes so that he was face to face with me since he was on a lower step than I was, and he kissed me again, this time a medium passion between his first, unsure kiss and our last, desperate make out. He slowly parted from me, his lips sticking to mine because of the lipstick until he was back on his heels. “Goodnight.” He smiled at me again.

And then I tossed and turned all night. I thought about kissing him again. At points, I regretted not inviting him inside, but I liked that we didn’t need to race to the bed for no reason. Most people fucked me, then left in the morning. Not Aaron Hotchner, though. To be fair, I wasn’t sure if I was the first person he had gone out with since his wife, Haley, or not. I never asked. That seemed like the one line I shouldn’t cross, so I didn’t. At least, not yet. I would eventually if it came up naturally. If that were the case, however, I wasn’t surprised that his kisses were light and hesitant, and he wasn’t immediately trying to get into my pants. If I was the first person he had asked out since Haley, he probably didn’t want to rush things. When Lauren left, it took me a long time to finally go out with someone again, and it took me even longer to fuck someone else. In some weird way, dating and fucking after her almost felt like cheating on her. Men and women would hover over me, and yet, sometimes, all I could see was her. Now that Aaron had come around, I hadn’t even heard her voice echoing at the back of my mind. There was a chance that wasn’t the case with Haley’s voice in his head, though. I was willing to wait. I was actually happy to wait because that made this… whatever this was… more special.

When the sun finally started to rise, I rolled out of bed so that I could get ready and head to the park in order to be on time to see him again. I was exhausted. Despite my excitement to meet up with him, I was regretting not falling asleep, and I was sure that my body was going to be angry with me after running on no rest. Great. I just had to push all of that to the back of my mind in order to focus on driving to the park, finding a spot for my car, then heading to the trail head. He was already there. Stretching his leg by bending it behind him and holding his ankle, wobbling as he tried to maintain his balance, I snuck up on him when he was least expecting it.

“How did you sleep?” I whispered into his ear.

He dropped his leg and stumbled forward. As he caught his balance and realized that it was just me, he laughed. “I didn’t really sleep,” he admitted, still trying to bite back a smile. He switched which leg he was stretching. “How about you?”

I shook my head. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“How come?”

I squinted because he knew exactly why. I didn’t ask him why he didn’t sleep because I knew why— and as a profiler, he should have known immediately why I didn’t get a wink of sleep. “You ready to get your ass beat?”

“Oh, is this a rematch from yesterday?”

“Obviously.”

“What are the stakes?” he asked while stretching his arms now, his biceps flexing in his tight blue shirt.

I swallowed hard. “I win, we go out again tonight.”

“And if I win?”

“Whatever you want.”

Still biting his lip, this time while staring at my lips, he said, “I get another kiss.”

“Just one?” I teased.

“We’ll start there.”

“You’re on.”

He took a page out of my book this time. After my cheating yesterday by getting a head start, he figured that he’d play the same wicked game. If I wasn’t sure before that he knew yesterday that I had purposefully let him win, I was definitely sure now because he knew that if I really wanted that second date bad enough, I would give him a run for his money. Now, while he probably wanted to take me on a second date, too, he wanted that kiss first. He could still ask me out again after our kiss. That was if he would win. The second he started dashing down the path, I caught on and started racing on my toes, just trying to keep up with him for the time being. Eventually, he would get tired. At one point or another, sprinting as fast as he was would just wear him out; and when that would happen, I would take the lead. So, I played the waiting game. I was following just on his heels, using his body as protection against all of the other people on the path. Then, just as I expected, when we started arriving at the roses, getting close to the top of the U-turn where one of us would claim victory, Aaron started to slow down. I smirked and started running faster.

“No—” he let out, trying to move faster. We were both laughing. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. A sudden image washed over me of him hovering above me, his hands braced on either side of my head, his lips next to my ear as he groaned that very curse word when driving into me. Before I knew it, I was slowing down. The thought of him pinning my hands and nibbling at my neck had me a little distracted. “Oh, so close,” he teased as he tapped the bench at the top of the U-turn. He noticed my mental distance. “What is it?”

I shook off the fantasy. “I just can’t believe I lost. I thought I had it.”

“You were way behind me!”

“Yeah, but slow and steady wins the race.”

“Not this time.”

I rolled my eyes. “You were distracting.”

“You know what else is distracting?” he asked while stepping towards me. I raised a curious brow, even though I knew exactly where this was going. He reached out to cup my face between his palms. As I tilted my head up, he leaned down and made the first move to kiss me. I didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, though. Both of us were still panting and somewhat sweaty, but a deal was a deal. He parted slightly from me because we were already short of breath. “By the way, it’s probably a good thing I won because my team’s eyeing a case in Oklahoma. There’s a chance I might be called there today, so I might not be here tomorrow.”

I pouted. We knew that this was a possibility, of course. When I first started learning about his job, he told me that he traveled a lot and without warning, which meant that our daily runs were never a guarantee; but now that things were progressing into something a little more than daily runs, I was finding that I was disappointed by this news. I didn’t want him to leave me. That was probably a selfish thing to think about someone who had only taken me on one date, but still… I really didn’t want him to leave. Especially when things were getting good for me— for us— and I wanted to spend more time with him. My pouting was plain to him. It didn’t take a profiler to know what I was thinking.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized genuinely.

I shook my head. “You can’t keep breaking your own apology rule. And, I know you can’t control which cases you guys take on. It’s okay.”

His thumb caressed my cheek. “How about, if it looks like I’ll still be here tonight, I take you out for dinner again.”

“But I lost the race.”

“I know. Still.”

“And if you’re not here?”

“I’ll make it up to you later.”

My mind wandered again to thoughts of his thumb that was on my cheek moving its way down to my clit, then slowly rubbing figure eights on the sensitive nub until I was falling apart. I could wait around for that. So, I gave in. After nodding an agreement, I pulled him in for another kiss. I could get so used to this with him.

When I arrived at work, I tried diving straight into everything I had to do in order to distract myself from the fantasies I was having of Aaron. All it took was one night… one date for me to change my mind about taking things slow with him. Now, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I wanted to run my fingers down his abs or claw into his back as he fucked me so hard I would scream his name. That was only one of many ideas racing through my head. Every time I thought I could just focus on my work, something about him popped into my mind. It didn’t help that he had kissed me roughly while panting earlier. He could have been panting over me as he snapped his hips back and forth. He could have been panting while I took his entire length in my mouth. Fuck— My phone on my desk buzzed with a notification. I sighed as I lost my train of thought with my work, sitting upright so that I could turn my phone over and look at what was so important that I had to be disturbed. As my phone lit up, I smiled.

From Aaron Hotchner: Hey. Wanna grab lunch with me today?

I hesitated for a moment as I stared at the screen of my phone, the text seemingly staring back at me. After our run this morning, I thought that we wouldn’t be seeing each other for awhile. It was possible that he really was going to be sent on a case soon, so in order to see me one last time, he was rushing to have lunch with me. We had only just gone on our first date last night, though. Granted, we made out on the sidewalk for anyone to see, so we weren’t exactly taking things slow in the conventional way. However, I didn’t see this coming. Not that I was opposed to it, though, of course. I liked the idea of spending every second I could with him. If he wasn’t busy with work or a case, I was more than happy to have lunch with him. So, I responded.

To Aaron Hotchner: I’d love to.

From Aaron Hotchner: I’m finishing up some work here. There’s a nice Italian restaurant around the corner. If you meet me here, I could walk you over.

To Aaron Hotchner: Meet you where?

And then he sent me an address. Curious, I clicked it and waited for the Maps app on my phone to open. My jaw dropped suddenly when I realized where it was that he wanted me to meet him. Quantico. Like, as in… the FBI’s Quantico… I wasn’t too sure about that.

To Aaron Hotchner: How do I even get in there?

From Aaron Hotchner: Follow the map :)

So, he was a jokester when he wanted to be. Well, ha. ha. Seriously, though, how was I supposed to just waltz into the fucking FBI’s headquarters? Wasn’t that, like… Not allowed? America was weird. I couldn’t imagine just popping in at Interpol or Scotland Yard just to meet up with a guy who would immediately have me turn around so that we could go somewhere else for lunch. Couldn’t I just meet him at the restaurant? It felt weird to show up at his work randomly. What his friends think of me? I knew that he was the boss of his unit, so, technically, I wouldn’t be meeting his friends, I would be meeting his co-workers/employees. That wasn’t as weird. I was probably just thinking about this too hard, as usual. When it came to Aaron Hotchner, he made me double guess myself all the time— not in a bad way. He just… I didn’t want to fuck up with him. Knowing myself, I knew that if I didn’t put great consideration into every little detail when it came to him, I would fuck up and lose him entirely.

To Aaron Hotchner: Funny. How do I get in?

From Aaron Hotchner: Security will have your name.

Was I really going to do this? Yeah. I was. So, I texted Aaron back to tell him that I’d be there in about fifteen minutes. As for having to actually find the building and the office, that was going to take a little longer, but he didn’t need to know that. By giving him the fifteen minute heads up, it gave me some extra time to wander aimlessly while trying to find my way around his office.

The BAU— The Behavioral Analysis Unit. Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Christopher Hotchner was the Unit Chief for the BAU. When I had arrived at Quantico, I pulled up to a security checkpoint outside of the parking lot. When I gave them my name, they handed me a visitor’s parking pass, told me where to go, then opened up the gate. Inside, there was more security that I had to go through, this time emptying out all of my pockets before walking through an X-ray machine, then being pat down by a female security guard. It was a lot. They asked me why I was there while they were looking at my I.D. just to confirm who I was and why I was really there. If my answers didn’t match up with what Aaron had told them… Well, I wasn’t exactly sure what would happen to me. When I told them that I was there to see Aaron Hotchner, they told me that I was headed to see Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief for the BAU, on the sixth floor of the building, using the third elevator on the right.

When I reached the sixth floor, the elevator doors opening in front of me, I saw just how busy it was. Agents were hurrying around everywhere. Some were carrying case files, others were carrying stacks and stacks of papers, and others were carrying nothing but a cup of coffee. Still, it looked like they had a purpose. No one seemed as clueless as I was, which meant that I stuck out like a sore thumb, and there was nothing I could do about it. The first brave step out of the elevator had to be taken on my own, unlike last night when Aaron held my hand through it. There were glass doors straight ahead with the BAU’s symbol and name on it. I figured my best bet was there. If that wasn’t the case, I was going to look really fucking stupid. Wonderful.

As I pushed through the glass doors, I saw a series of glass cubicles set up in the middle of the room, surrounded by a balcony that had two offices overlooking the cubicles, and on the opposite side of those offices was a boardroom and a breakroom. Everyone sitting at their desks in the cubicles turned to look at me. I was a stranger that had just come into their office in one of the most protected buildings in the country; yet, no one knew who I was. An unfamiliar face meant danger. The way I had been hesitant towards Aaron initially because of stranger danger was now being thrown back in my face by the group of agents staring at me, trying to deduce who I was and why I was there.

I approached a petite, blonde woman who was standing around. “Excuse me. I’m looking for Aaron—”

That was when I heard one of the doors of the left office on the balcony open up urgently. I glanced over to see him poking his head out and smiling at me. “Hey,” Aaron welcomed me from the doorway, “I’ll be down in a minute.”

I nodded and politely waved to let him know that it wasn’t a big deal. I could wait. Now that everyone around me knew that they had a little time to interrogate me before their boss would show up to protect me, everyone jumped to their feet and moved to surround me. I smiled at them.

The boy with long, curly hair was the first one to actually ask me a question. It started simple with, “What’s your name?” To which, I answered.

The older man with a goatee asked, “How long have you known Hotch?” I cocked a brow because I didn’t understand. “Aaron,” he clarified.

“Oh,” I giggled nervously. “Just a few weeks.”

“How do you know each other?” the blonde woman asked.

I turned to her. “We jog together every morning.”

“Just jogging?” the older man asked. The blonde hit his arm to warn him against asking impolite things like that. I laughed at him. “I only meant—”

“Everyone knows what you meant, Rossi,” the bald man over my right shoulder teased through a laugh.

“Y/N?” I heard her voice behind me.

I cocked a brow at the wall across from me, trying to decide if it was really her that I heard or if it was someone else. There was no way it was her. I must have been seeing things again, even though I thought all of that was behind me since meeting Aaron. But I could have sworn… The way my name was said was the same way she used to say it. Angelic, light, full of love and life. I loved it when she said my name because it was almost like it belonged to her— like she was the only one in the whole, wide world who was allowed to say it like that. I would recognize her voice anywhere. I would recognize the way she said my name anywhere. Then again, there were times where I swore it was her, like I swore Aaron’s friend Emily was her. Maybe if I just turned around—

As I spun on my heels to greet who had said my name, I stumbled. I was nearly knocked off my feet when I saw her. If it weren’t for the fact that all of Aaron’s friends were watching me, I was pretty sure I would have toppled over then and there; passing out entirely because one glimpse at her sent me back thirteen years. “Lauren?”

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[physicalturian]

Victory Fuck - Kuroo x F!Reader [NSFW]

TW: slight choking during the sex. (The breathing is ok, it's in the heat of the moment and it's consensual)

Summary : You playfully turn down Kuroo's offer to have sex right after his match. He takes it personally and makes it a competition to see who asks the other to fuck first. It's a horny battle if you will.

[She/her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18]

Kuroo had won another game. Or at least his team, but some credits went to him. If the victorious grin on his face was anything to go by, he was pretty happy about this victory. Even more so knowing that after most of his wins we’d have a party. I was joining him on the court, as everyone started leaving the bleachers to join the hall; There were a few journalists already there, asking questions to the players, mainly the captain, and I could see he was being polite and answering like he knew he should. But when his eyes met mine, he grinned widely, excusing himself to the interviewer before starting marching towards me. “Babe! We won!” he exclaimed as he undid his jacket and draped it over my shoulders before bringing me closer, his hands on my hips. “I see that, good job.” I told him with a smile.

 He stared back at me a moment before pecking my lips softly, “What do I get for winning?” he breathed against my lips, his usual smirk back on his features. From the look he was giving me, I knew full well what he wanted, adding to that the after-game rush of winning. He was feeling something, strongly. “You get to shower, and you get to go get changed, because we have a party after this, and you stink.” I told him with a teasing smile. He only sighed in response, resting his forehead against mine. It was not a sigh of desperation, no, it was more of a resigned one. “Are we playing this game, babe? You really don’t want-“ “Nope, I’ll wait until we’re home. Even though you’re very hot right now,” I emphasized my words by letting my hands wander to his ass, however he quickly grabbed them, a sly grin on his lips. “Now, now, I have to get changed, remember? These cakes will have to wait, and so will you.” I quickly understood what he meant, and I regretted telling him off, the moment I understood. “Come on, I was kidding- you’re not going to be like that, are you? C’mon, after your shower we can-“ “You missed your chance babe, this will be fun.”

He then kissed me before rushing off to the changing room, his stupid laugh echoing in the huge room. I couldn’t believe this. He was going to be petty just for that? I sighed and put on his jacket before leaving the court and waiting in the hall for his pretty face to show.

 When I saw him, a smile formed on my lips. I’ve always liked seeing his face right after he showered, his cheeks would always flush from the heat of the water and I loved seeing it. It was hard to make the man blush in the first place, which is why I relished in the after-shower sight. “Alright babe, are we ready to go?” He asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Not the shoulders, I’ll look like a trophy wife.” I scoffed jokingly, moving his hand to my hips, but it was not the smartest decision considering the situation. He quickly gripped my hips tight then he moved his hand to my lower back as we walked to my car. “Don’t you like it when I show you off?” he whispered in my ear as his hand slid to my ass. I was not going to pay it any mind, he said we were playing this game, and I was going to win. I didn’t care if his beautiful large hand was touching me, no, no… So I huffed a laugh, “You’d like it too much, I wouldn’t want to give you the satisfaction to flaunt this,” I then gesture to myself with both my hands before smirking back at him.

 His eyes seemed to darken for a moment before his face returned to his usual carefree expression. “You’re being cocky babe. I like it, don’t get me wrong, but you’re not going to win. Continue though, you’ll lose anyway.” His voice was soft, and there was not an ounce of anger behind it. He was genuinely entertained by this, and while his voice did not reflect the weight of his words, I knew. I rolled my eyes at his words and pulled back from him to reach the driver’s side of the car, but right when I pushed away, he slapped my ass, saying that giving him attitude was pointless. I laughed and entered the car as he did. “Hey you started this Tetsurou, I’ll play along. We’ll see how long you’ll last.” I shrugged before fastening my seatbelt and starting the car. We then drove off to his friend’s house as if nothing was happening right now. As if we were not competing to see who’d cave in first. As if there was no competition on who’d crave the other’s touch so much, they’d beg to be touched. And yet, we both knew it was going on, and both of us were dead set on winning. The winning price? Seeing the other beg first.

 Funny enough, the moment we reached his friend’s house, he left the car and happily joined his friend, not paying me any mind. It felt off, but I put it on the count of the excitement of seeing his old friends again. Shaking my head, I left the car and trailed a little bit behind, but not losing sight of him; I knew him well enough that he’d mingle so well, he could disappear the minute I’d look away. Hearing my name being called, I looked at the source and saw Bokuto with his arm around Kuroo, while he was waving his other arm in case, I did not see him. “What’s up Bokuto-“ I was cut off by the energetic man who let go of my boyfriend and was now gesticulating. “I can’t believe you’re still with this guy! You still haven’t gotten enough of his provokes? Ouch- oi don’t hit me Kuroo, you know I’m right!” As Bokuto checked where Kuroo had punched him, the black-haired man laughed, “Of course she’s staying, it’s exactly why she’s staying,” he started. I gave him a warning look, feeling like he was going to be spilling too much personal info. When he started talking, our friend looked up from his stomach and looked at us curiously, listening. I was already feeling warmer, he did not need to expose me like this, that bastard.

 “She likes it, the taunts, the teasing,” he came up closer, grabbing my chin between his index finger and thumb, “The competition…” his breath was tickling my lips, he was so close to kissing me, to losing too. But as if he read my mind, he pulled back, grinning mischievously, “She’ll definitely be a sore loser by the end of this, because I know exactly what buttons to press.” Our moment was cut short when we heard someone clearing their throat, it was Bokuto who was still standing there awkwardly. “That’s between you guys, really. But uh, do you wanna go inside and play some games? I mean, that’s if you’re like… not too horny and you’re not going to be all over each other- because the tension here,” he pointed at the both of us, “It’s super, super, sexual and I feel like you are going to bang at my house- and you know what, if you do, do it in the guest room- yeah don’t use my room or somewhere else,” Then, after a sharp intake of air, he sighed, “Anyway! Games? Anyone?” I laughed at what he said and gave him a curt nod, ignoring Kuroo’s spilling of info, “Sure, yeah, let’s.” He seemed to light up at that and turned around rapidly to make his way back inside, with Kuroo calling out from behind, “I can’t promise that though- we might just fuck in the toilets if that’s cool with you, bro?”

 I couldn’t help but cackle, maybe nervously, at his words. Bokuto, however, seemed unfazed, “I mean, that’s cool bro- just don’t take too long, you know?” Fortunately for me, most people around the house were probably deafened by the loud music, but the few who heard almost hooted. This was the closest thing to a frat party, the only thing saving this was that I could see a few sane people like Tsukishima. Him and a few other friends of Kuroo and I that had a little bit of decency. They were all sitting around the low table in the living-room, ready to do whatever to get drunk. My boyfriend was already there, sitting down surrounded by all types of people, some drunk, some tipsy and some way too sober for that shit. I could see the latter, being Akaashi, with his phone in hand. Hearing my name being called once more, I resumed my walk and joined the couch only to see there wasn’t any more space. Chuckling I stood behind the couch, and placed my hands on Kuroo’s shoulders, tightening my grip as I talked. “Looks like it’ll be without me, unless,” I leaned over and let my hands trail to his neck, grabbing it ever so lightly, “Unless you want me to sit on your lap?” I whispered seductively in his ear.

 “I’m good babe, bring in a chair so we can start.” He said off-handedly. I was surprised by his coldness, but saw the weakest smirk on his lips as he tried to keep his facial expression natural. Huffing, I straightened my back and agreed, ignoring the burning in my cheek at the lack of teasing I got in return. Was he playing the ignoring card while I tried to make him cave? That’s no fun, that’s too easy. It did not matter, “Sure, be back in a sec’ guys.” After bringing the chair to the table, we were able to begin the game which is where everything began.

 The torture. I believe the entire thing was done on purpose but many things happened. No matter how much I tried to tease him, he wouldn’t return anything. He would almost ignore what I said and change the topic. With that, was the constant show off of everything. The way he’d put his finger between his teeth, not biting, just put it there as he made a thinking face before answering the question. The unbuttoned shirt that showed off his collarbone just, the most sinful way, was also torture. He would also throw himself back against the couch as he laughed, his hand slapping his thighs, they were showed in all their glory in his tight suit pants. And fuck, how he’d run his tongue over his lips then his chin as he licked the beer that spilled from his cup. If it wasn’t enough, he’d use the back of his hand, and fuck was I a sucker for his hands. And him. His beautiful face when he talked excitedly to everyone around him, he was giving them his attention and not me. No, no, I’m not losing, get your thoughts back.

 My reverie was interrupted when Yaku called my name, “What do you say? You haven’t said much, are you good?” I looked up and met Kuroo’s face first, he was so self-satisfied at that very moment, I wanted to tear that smirk apart. “Yeah babe, are you good?” He asked in a fake-caring tone, that bastard knew what he was doing. He even rolled up his sleeves, how was I supposed to resist to that? No, get back on track. “I’m good, sorry I was a bit lost in thoughts. Sorry what was the question?” I asked as I tear my gaze away from Kuroo’s, it needed a lot of efforts but I did manage. “Actually, are you really ok? You seem to be hot, maybe you should get some fresh air?” Someone else said, I chuckled nervously and put my cup down on the table before standing up. “Yeah, maybe I’ll do that,” I stated, giving my boyfriend an insistent look before turning around and leaving the room to go on the terrace outside where, strangely, no one was. The moment I felt the cold night breeze hit my face, a shiver ran down my spine and I sighed in relief. That shithead. Running both my hands on my scalp, I left the terrace and made my way to the rattan couch in the garden. While staring at the sky, my heart almost stopped when I heard someone’s steps on the terrace floor, another sigh of relief escaped my lips when I realized it was none other than my boyfriend that was joining me.

 I was the first one to talk when he was in front of me, his arms crossed. “First, you’re not playing fair. Second,-“ I couldn’t finish talking when I heard his loud laugh as he crouched in front of me, grinning. “Not fair? Babe, I’m playing to my strength. Didn’t you like the show?” He asked playfully, I only scoffed in response before really answering him. “You know I did- but you deadass rejected me sitting on your lap…” I mumbled, I was not mad, I was even smiling a bit but I wanted to know why he did that. “I had to kitten, you’d have a too strong advantage if you were that close to my dick you know?” he replied as if it all made sense, as if it was all about strategy. There was a short silence, then we both laughed at that. “You’re not wrong I guess, but now I am clearly at disadvantage-“ “Do you mean you’re losing? Of course, you are! I can see how hot and bothered you are babe. You just have to say the words and I’ll fuck you right now.” He said off-handedly, his elbows on his knees since he was still crouching. If I pushed him right now, he’d clearly lose his balance from the stupid position he’s sitting and yet it was so hot. His thighs filling his pants so nicely, and his pretty face so close I could kiss him right now- but no I had to win, right? Unless…

 “The words being, let’s make a truce. I’m willing to make a truce, for you-“ another bark laugh echoed while he stood up and towered my sitting form, a prideful smile on his face. “No truce, just ask nicely. I can go on a lot longer than this, you’re already all flushed babe.” He whispered seductively, his hands now on each side of my face to make me look up at him. I hated how hot he looked right now, and fuck he was finally touching me after his petty game. I wanted him to touch me more, I wanted to touch him. Raising my hand, I wanted to touch his chest but he grabbed my hand before I could even graze it. “Are you not listening, brat? Concede first, then I’ll fuck you how you like.” This time I couldn’t ignore the throbbing that was happening between my legs, but I didn’t want to lose. He’d have too much pride in making me cave first. Fuck, fuck, fuck- I mean yeah, fuck that’s what I wanted but…

 “Kuroo, come on, please-“ I covered my mouth at the words that escaped it without me even thinking about it, my body was reacting on his own. “Mmh? I didn’t hear anything, I think you need to be clearer- even better, you need to say: I lost, give me your victory fuck Tetsu.” He suggested, as he leaned in closer. I rolled my eyes and said it was stupid, making him continue, “You’re making this a lot more difficult than it is kitten, just say the words and you’ll be screaming in pleasure soon. Just say it, ‘I lost, give me your victory fuck Tetsu’” This time he drawled the words, to make me understand to sentence even more. I did not respond. It made him sigh as he sat down next to me. “Maybe you need a little push babe, come here.” He patted his thighs as he leaned back on the rattan couch, his smirk ever as present. It was tempting, and fuck maybe he’d let it go if I joined him right now? Shuffling on my seat, I followed his suggestion and straddled his lap, placing my hands on his shoulders. “It wasn’t that hard, now was it?” he breathed right next to my ear as he brought me right against his crotch, his hands gripping my ass. I was finally getting some friction and it felt divine, for the littlest quantity I got at least. “Don’t get off already, you’re not getting anything until you say the words.” I scoffed, gripping the back of his hair tightly as I pulled him back. “We’re at a party…” I whispered, as if it was the only thing that’d stop me from going further with this.

 With a devilish grin, he huffed, “And that would stop you? I know you want me. I know all of your tells, love. You’re this close to giving in, because I’m winning.” This time his mouth was grazing the skin of my neck as he spoke, the feeling of his breath on my skin making the hair on the nap of my neck, raise. I cocked my head to the side to touch the side of his head with mine, but he moved before I could, making me groan in frustration. “You can be discrete, right?” he asked rhetorically as his hands trailed from my ass to my thighs. I gasped at the feather-like brush of his fingers on my inner thighs, only inches away from my crotch. But at my reaction he stopped once more, humming as he leaned back once more, giving me a once over. “You’re in a pretty bad position for a winner. I wonder how long you can stay like that, like a stubborn, horny slut.” My eyes widened at his words but it sent jolts coursing through my body, I rolled my hips against him in need. He grinned broadly, grabbing my jaw, puckering my lips in his grip. “Say the fucking words babe, and your needy little self will get what she wants.” He was getting impatient. I could see it and feel it, he wanted this as much as I wanted it, maybe I could still win, if I played my cards right.

 I chuckled and put my hands on his pants zipper, “I think you’re also fucking needy, isn’t it tight in there?” His hands were quick to grab mine, a breathless laugh escaping his mouth. “There, there, you’re getting ahead of yourself. Let me remind you who’s the needy one,” holding my hips, he rolled them onto his bulge, making both of us scoff breathlessly. Then I was the one to gasp when his hand slid under my shirt, his nails ever so lightly scraping my back making me arch it in surprise. “Alright- stop that it’s cheating.” “Oh, is it? My bad. No touching you, is that right?” I hated the tone he was using, it was mocking, it had an underlying meaning to it, but I nodded, feeling a slight disappointment when he moved his hand from my back. “But I can do this, right?” he asked, unzipping his pants and sliding his hand inside his boxer as he looked at me with a smirk. I stood there, mouth agape. Was he really planning on getting off right there, without fucking me? “Tetsu.” I said in a warning tone, letting my eyes trail from his lower parts to his face.

 “It’s not cheating, babe. You’ll have to say the words soon, or I’ll just finish this off first-“ I grabbed his hand to stop him from moving, and he reacted just as fast with his other hand to my throat. It wasn’t too tight, but it was just enough to make me understand to stop fucking around, and at the same time it made my throbbing a lot stronger. “No fucking touching. I knew you were a slut, needy for my cock but you give in first.” He breathed seductively, his hold on my neck tightening just slightly. Looking at me dead in the eyes, he smiled, almost reassuringly, uttering my name under his breath, “Say it for me.” I frowned, looking at his lips as he mouthed the words and I followed, “I lost,” I almost spat, looking at his glimmering eyes, “Give me your victory fuck,” I finished, looking off to the side. I heard him tsk as he made me face him, “Who? Whose victory fuck is this? Mm? Again babe,” he made a gesture with his hand as if he was rewinding. He then let go of my neck and grabbed my jaw once more, I sighed, my face heating up by the second. “I lost. Give me your victory fuck, Tetsu.” I could barely hear myself, but it was enough for him.

 With a heavy sigh he smiled, “See! It wasn’t that bad, right? Come on, remove what’s in the way babe.” He pulled at the hem of my pants, before letting me stand up. I took off my pants, underwear and shoes, before carefully wrapping his jacket around my waist and sitting back on his lap. There was a pout on his face when he saw the jacket on my ass, “Aww, you don’t want to let everyone enjoy the view of your ass?” Rolling my eyes, I grabbed his hair and angled his face so that he was looking up at me as I straddled his lap. “I didn’t peg you as someone who’d share-“ “And you’re fucking right,” he grabbed my chin roughly then kissed me with just as much passion, “Because you’re mine, and I get to do what I please with you.” He explained, breathless. When he started placing open mouth kisses on my neck, nipping my skin here and there, I grinded against him to get myself going, to get any kind of friction. In the heat of the moment, I slide one finger inside myself but got stopped the moment it brushed my sensitive spot.

 Opening my eyes suddenly, I gave my boyfriend a look of disbelief. “What-“ “No touching unless you beg for it, ask nicely.” He said as he pressed gentle kisses on my neck, then down to my collarbone, his tongue brushing slowly against my skin before he started sucking it; One of his hand was still holding mine, while the other was gripping my waist tight. “Kuroo- are you kidding me?” Stopping his activities, he looked up at me lustfully, his surprised face turning into a more serious one. “Do I look like I’m kidding?” “I hate it when you do that, just let me-“ I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips when his finger entered me, “I said beg, you can do that for me right? I know you want more of this, because you’re my needy slut, right?” His unoccupied hand was now grabbing his cock as he started stroking himself to the view while I rocked my hips against his finger, trying to feel more. I begged him for more, I begged him to add fingers, to fuck me right but he did not move. Instead he slowed down, his smirk widening. “Fuck’s sake- don’t fuck around, I did what you wanted-“ “I won’t fuck around, I’ll fuck you babe but I want you tight for me.”

 He removed his finger to pull out his wallet and grab a condom, while he opened the packed and rolled it on his cock, I slid two fingers inside my throbbing core; Curling them how I liked it while brushing my thumb over my sensitive nub, my head was resting against his shoulder as I kept moving, working hard to get closer to relief. It made him huff to see me pleasuring myself so he grabbed my wrist to stop me, he slowly brought my fingers to his mouth as he ran his tongue over it, getting them clean. “Did I not say to beg? Come on-“ Wanting to feel him, I did not need to be told twice, so I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me, please,” he groaned at the sensation of my breath against his skin but only laughed shortly, a strained laugh, but he managed to say, “I’m sure you can do better kitten, beg like I know you can.” I hated it, but I loved it. It was embarrassing, humiliating, but hot. He was an asshole, but the best. I continue to whisper what he wanted to hear, throwing my pride aside even though it hurt to do so. I started peppering his jaw with kisses, then his neck, and it’s when I started attacking his neck that he let out another strained chuckled and he told me that he needed me.

 Lifting me up slightly with his hands under my thighs, he helped me onto his cock, my knees supporting me on each side of him as I slowly eased myself on his erected member. We were both breathing erratically at the feeling of one another, my hands were gripping his shirt as I focused on the stinging pain but it slowly faded away once he was fully sheathed and not moving. We waited like that a moment, our breaths mixing as our forehead were touching. The tenderness was interrupted when someone called out our names from the terrace, and I was about to get off of him when he put his hands on my back and kept me there. “Put your head on my shoulder, trust me.” He whispered hurriedly; I followed his direction as he called back asking what they wanted. The person asked if everything was okay, and as the good liar he was, Tetsurou said, “We’re coming soon, she’s just a bit on edge. Give us like 20 minutes, we’ll come back!” The person seemed to be satisfied with that answer and left without any more question, leaving us on our own once more

 “They’re gone, you can fuck yourself on my cock now.” He said cockily. I looked up at him in half-shock, but rolled my hips once, twice, and stopped, giving him a smirk. He was watching intently my actions and looked up in frustration when I stopped. “Oh, no. If you’re going to act like that, I have no choice but fuck the brattiness out of you, babe. You don’t fucking tease me, I tease you.” Then without a warning he grabbed me by the waist and started lifting me up to meet his thrusts, he was hitting the bottom each time, lifting me high enough so that only the tip of his cock was inside me before thrusting it back in without ever stopping. He wasn’t slowing down either, just fucking me, and the only balance I had was my hands on his shoulders but at some point, I followed his instructions and actually started fucking myself on his cock. We were both panting, grunting and moaning wordlessly, mouths open and heat surrounding the both of us.

 When he let go of my waist, I kept riding him, hoping to reach an orgasm, and while I was close it was not enough. I needed more stimulation, so with all I could muster I uttered, “More, touch.” He seemed to understand where I was coming from and nodded eagerly, his smile ever so present as he paid extra attention to my clit. I let my head fall back, arching my back at the added stimulation. I quickly covered my mouth when a louder moan escaped my mouth. “There it is, that’s it babe scream for me. I’m close too- here let me,” Without a warning he helped me onto my back and started fucking me roughly, grunting at each thrust. He liked it better when he could just put my leg over his shoulder and fuck me senseless, and so did I. I desperately gripped his biceps while my free hand was playing with my clit, bringing me closer and closer to release. Opening my eyes, I had not realized I had closed, I smiled although I believe it did not look like much with the elation I was feeling, my mouth opening every time he’d thrust back inside me.

 “You’re so hot right now-“ my voice went in a higher pitch when I felt him hit the right spot and a loud moan ripped my throat. Realizing what he was going, he smirked before repeating exactly the same action, “If you could see yourself right now, so pretty for me. You feel so good, doesn’t it feel good to lose, babe?” He was out of breath as he said so, but it made me feel so hot suddenly. Maybe it was the reminder of having lost his stupid game but I did not have time to overthink that I saw white, my head lolling back as I arched my back into him once more, a throaty moan escaping me one final time. With a few more thrusts, he found his release too before pulling out of me with a slick noise. I felt my back a bit sore from the sudden change when he slammed me back on the bench, and my thighs too from the position he fucked me in but other than that, I felt great. So fucking great. Lifting my arm, I heard my boyfriend chuckled as he helped me sit up, a proud grin on his face. “That good, uh?”

 I rolled my eyes, asking him to hand me my clothes back, which he did without hesitation. “We should probably hurry up, we took more than 20 minutes.” He said softly as he zipped his pants back, asking me to give him a tissue from his jacket pocket. Once I finished putting on my shoes, I patted the pockets and handed it to him, only to see him dropped the closed used condom in it. I couldn’t help but laugh at the though of him, having that condom in a tissue, probably in his pocket, until he found the trash inside. “Hey, don’t laugh babe, I do what I can. I respect my bro enough to not just throw that like that you know?” He said in a joking tone as he stood up, I followed and took his hand in mine, smiling. “So, do we still get to have another victory fuck when we get home or...” I pondered out loud, wanting more of him but willing to wait until we got home. “Baaabe,” he drawled, looking at me with fake shock, “Did you read my mind?” chuckling, he leaned in and kissed me longingly, “Of course there will be another round, this was like- an amuse-bouche, you know? I’ll fuck you right once we’re home, promised.” I loved how he could say things like that so lightly, it made me smile like an idiot for some reason.

 Walking back to the house, he whispered right before we got in, “And if you’re good, I’ll edge you just right babe.” I almost choked on my saliva as Kuroo walked to the kitchen to throw his tissue before coming back. When Bokuto saw us enter the living room he rushed to our side, “Guys! What happened? Is everything alright-“ he stopped himself and gave us a look. A long look. A knowing look. Then he looked at my boyfriend. “Bro, I said ok for the toilets. It better-“ Interrupting him, Kuroo scoffed, smiling, “It’s clean bro, I’m not sloppy don’t worry. And I’m not guilty, not really, I said I couldn’t promise shit. And she was impatient for me to fuck her pretty little-“ “Alriiight, games? Anyone? Bit of fun? Party people, let’s get some drinks.” I said before leaving the two friends and joining the other at the table.

 I couldn’t handle him talking so freely about our sex life, but I couldn’t blame him considering they were best friends. And that’s why I had to leave them on their own when those time came. This was the cons of dating a man that was ready to expose your deepest kinks just to tease.

 But fuck was it a good teasing though. And was the fuck good too.

[dreams-of-the-arcana]

Took a bit but here it is! @positive-meme-experience

Pairing: Zotikos “Tikos” Orion Katsaros-Yakinthos X Jasmine Faucher ( @xvi-the-tower’s OC)

⚠️ Warnings: Violence, Description of injuries, Blood, mild Possessive Behavior, Fire, Stitches (This is kind of dark so please read with that in mind) ⚠️

Mine Now

The crew of the Charybdis’ Decent were not strangers to conflict. If anything it seemed as though they drew it straight to themselves. Or maybe it was as the First Mate often suggested and the hideous figurehead brought it instead of protecting them. Tikos refused to remove it though, insisting his Siren was much better than some generic deity who would expect things.

So as the ship gripped tightly to another and the crew swarmed on board with weapons at the ready, it could even be considered a normal day. Chaos erupted on the deck of their opponent. Flashes of steel and loud yells of challenge flew from everywhere. In the midst of it was their Captain. Tikos brandished a sabre along with a hungry grin, his eye taking in everything. Alongside him was his faithful companion, Jasmine Faucher. The pair traded jokes as they sparred and boasted as to who would take down more enemies. Nothing got an opponent quite as angry as being disrespected during a battle and it happened to be a specialty of theirs.

“Oh look here, Darlin’. I believe this big sword is compensating for something,” Tikos laughed loudly and pulled the sword straight out of their hand.

“Must be, Cap! Compensating for lack of skill!” She returned and launched her chain and sickle at anyone who tried to approach Tikos’ back.

“Think you’re scary? Think again.”

“What should we have for dinner? I’m getting bored here!”

“Stay down and watch me count out your coin or get up and see what happens. Your choice.”

Back and forth they went happily, seemingly having the time of their life.

Then suddenly Jas spotted a large figure with a hidden dagger out of the corner of her eye.

“Watch out!”

She yelled and launched herself at Tikos who went stumbling away just in time. Jas unfortunately just put herself exactly in line with the dagger. It bit into her shoulder and dragged for a fraction of a second before being pulled back out. When Tikos regained his bearings he quickly jumped at the attacker with his bare hands. They went tumbling to the floor where Tikos pulled them into a tight headlock. Now he was quiet as he strained his muscles to block their airway until they lost consciousness. He dropped them unceremoniously and stood up to look towards Jas. She waved the hand on her uninjured shoulder and silently reassured him. Though she expected he’d want to make sure personally.

But Tikos had missed seeing the knife strike her entirely. So he gave a relieved sigh and put his boot on the knocked out persons back.

“How nice of you to join us, Captain Houghton. Haven’t seen you since... well since you slithered away from our deal like a coward!”

Jas usually loved watching this part. Something about seeing her lover standing proud and victorious sent excitement straight through her. But as she felt her wound start to pulse with her adrenaline waning, she wanted to get to the Doctor. So, stealthily she snuck away back to the Charybdis’ Decent to find them.

Tikos didn’t notice at first, he’d gotten used to Jas being around and watching. Usually it led to the two of them being unable to keep their hands to themselves as soon as things were settled. But as he tossed Houghton into the cell and looked around he couldn’t find her anywhere.

“Heh,” Houghton chuckled as he pulled himself up to sit against the bars.

“Got somethin’ to say?”

“It took me a bit but I figured it out.”

Tikos wouldn’t humor him by prompting any more and instead waited.

“That girl,” Houghton finally said. “Honestly Zo, I didn’t expect to find you shacking up with August’s sloppy seconds.”

But Houghton had made a grave mistake, he hadn’t waited for Tikos to close the locked door before saying anything. Tikos soon showed him the error in this.

A sickening crunch filled the brig and caused Houghton’s imprisoned crew to recoil in fear. Then a scream followed, one of intense pain. Houghton curled into himself defensively while Tikos hovered overhead with his fist still raised and bloody.

“Y-you broke my... my fucking nose!”

“Shut up,” Tikos’ voice was calm and cold. “Say another word or even think about her and I’ll put you on the bottom of this ship myself. That’s my woman. Get it? Mine. Now pick yourself up, you look like a disgrace.”

He stood still as a statue until Houghton stood back up. As soon as he was back on his feet Tikos slammed his knee into his stomach which sent him right back down with another groan of pain.

“This time, stay down.”

With that Tikos swept out of the brig. Frustration still biting at his heels. It’d been some time since he’d heard that name mentioned and the anger never subsided. For the time being, he wanted to find Jas and hopefully work out the pent up tension.

The longer he searched though the more it built. Where could she even be? It wasn’t like her at all. By this time after a fight they’d be locked together where ever they decided was fit and enjoying the afterglow. Something wasn’t right and it just doubled his frustration. She was definitely going to get all of it when he got his hands on her.

Soon he was completely pissed and throwing open doors with much more force than necessary. The usual rush of endorphins after a battle had soured. Until finally he found the right door.

As soon as the Doctor’s door flew open, Jas jumped in her seat and hissed in pain. They’d been mid-stitch and the Doc gave her a stern warning not to move again: ‘No matter who comes in throwing a tantrum.’

Tikos strode inside angrily until he spotted Jas laid out on the little cot. His eye snapped to the needle repairing her shoulder. The room fell silent, dangerously silent. Jasmine squirmed under her Captain’s hard gaze (and maybe because a heat had begun to pool in her belly) while he stood motionless and watched. She knew that look, oh Arcana did she know that look well. The Doctor continued his work, blatantly ignoring the anger from one occupant and the building sexual tension of another.

‘Kids,’ he thought to himself.

“... who did this.”

It wasn’t a question, Jasmine knew that, it was an order. One that sent a shudder down her spine.

“It’s really not that ba-“

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Jasmine shut her mouth immediately. The look on his face was cold and calculating. He was replaying the battle trying to find any instance where she was out of his sight. It dawned upon him and he ground his teeth together.

“Houghton.”

“Yes, but I put myself between you two willingly-“

“Stop talking. I’m going to fucking make him suffer...”

With that command he turned and left the bay. Jas turned an apologetic but questioning look to the Doctor who only rolled his eyes.

“You can chase after him when I’m done and not a moment sooner.”

She huffed and sank back down on the bed with a pout. It was only a little cut. But she knew whatever Tikos was planning would be much worse than anyone could anticipate. Oh how she wanted to be there to watch it unfold.

Only a few long hours later, Tikos stepped back into the med bay. The same hard look on his face as he gave her the briefest gesture to follow him. Jasmine hurried to obey and rushed to his side. He led the way back out and onto Charybdis’ Decent’s deck. The entire crew of the captured ship stood in a line along the port side of the ship all shackled together and waiting. In front of them was Houghton, dried blood down the front of his face and shirt. The Charybdis’ Decent crew seemed to vibrate with energy. They knew what was coming and they couldn’t wait to watch it.

Tikos took his place in front of Houghton.

“You’ve been defeated, Jakob Houghton. As such I now revoke your title as Captain. I claim your ship, The Hades Damned as mine.”

The crew snickered, it was the highest dishonor to a Captain to not only lose their ship but be publicly humiliated like this. They couldn’t wait to get to shore and spread the tale.

Jasmine’s eyes were fixed on Tikos though, she knew there was more to this.

“Now Houghton,” he stepped forward and lifted the other man up by his lapels. “Watch.”

Tikos dropped him facing the port side where The Hades Damned sat. Confusion clear on the parts of his face not too swollen to emote.

“Zo, what are y-,” Houghton started.

“RELEASE!” Tikos cried out.

The other ship began to float away slowly while everyone aboard watched. Confusion ran rampant, why would Tikos set loose a ship? A ship he could sell or claim for his own fleet. It didn’t make sense.

... But it soon did.

Tikos raised a hand towards the ship as it moved away faster. Almost storm force winds pushing it away. Suddenly a loud explosion shook through the air and set The Hades Damned ablaze.

Jasmine gasped aloud, that had been a fine ship and now it would burn into nothing in minutes. All because the Captain had hurt her. The burning of The Hades Damned was nothing compared to the desire coursing through her at that realization. Tikos had set all this up to make the person who hurt her suffer. She looked over at the slack jawed pirate watching his ship burn. A grin tugged at her lips. But Tikos wasn’t done yet.

“Now, two miles in the opposite direction of your useless hull is an island. I suggest you swim fast, Houghton.”

Before anyone could process, Tikos reared back and kicked him firmly off the ship into the water. Many of the crew ran to the edge to watch as Houghton desperately swam for his life. Laughs and jeers rained down on him.

Tikos didn’t stop to watch and instead turned to the crew in shackles with a cold eye.

“Any of you having any strong feelings about what just happened?”

They smartly said nothing.

“Good, take them back to the brig.”

Finally, he turned to look at Jasmine. The intensity in his eye stunned her for a moment and she couldn’t move a single inch.

“You and I have unfinished business.”

“But... but what if Houghton gets away? What if he comes back with a grudge? He definitely hates you now so-“

“That won’t happen.”

“How can you be so sure? What if-“

His hand reached out and covered her mouth. Slowly he leaned in close until she could feel his breath on her ear where he whispered.

“There’s no island.”

A hard shudder ran through her again and she knew she was in for a sleepless night. She couldn’t wait to start.

[maisondenachtai]

Boss. (Y’lan Noel x Reader)

Pairing: Boss!Y’lan x Reader Summary: Tensions flare when there’s a change of command.

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               You hated him. Sitting over there, across the way from you being…kind and considerate, thinking of others in the room, listening to ideas and taking them down as if he really cared. Smiling.

What kind of boss smiled like that?

“And I just want to know what has been working here and what hasn’t. Uh, I’m not familiar with Fashion but I ran Esquire well for 5 years and when Jimmy told me that Black Style was not doing good, I jumped at the chance to right the ship. My mother, may she rest in peace, loved Black Style Magazine.” He placed an open palm on his chest, right where there was a sliver of dark skin peeking out of his white Cuban collar shirt. You tried hard not to roll your eyes too hard at his ploy at gaining sympathy.

“Aww.”

You sighed inwardly, of course your idiot co-workers would eat it up.

“Mrs. Y/Ln.” He placed his eyes on you, sitting forward in his chair steepling his hands. “You worked close with the old editor. Is there anything that you ever wanted to do or something that she did that maybe you didn’t agree with?”

You sat forward recognizing his posture and question for what it was, a power play. “Mr. Noel. I hope I am not out of line when I say that I have great respect for Courtney Barnes, the old editor you speak of, and while everything she may have done for the magazine might not have been the best, I am not in the mood to speak Ill of a former colleague and friend.” You placed your hands on the table, and kept your posture open, face trained into non-chalaunce.

Y’Lan Noel made a small noise, almost like a laugh and sat up nodding. He smiled, all of his pretty white teeth, straight and aligned like chiclets but in the best way. He was still nodding when he stood up going to the board where he had written out words like ‘modern, style, beauty, timeless’ and picked up the marker.

               It was disconcerting how silent it was when he wrote out the word loyalty in big red letters and then placed his hands in his relaxed trousers, and stared at the word. You didn’t bother looking at your colleagues that were giving you the look that said that you probably needed to pack up your desk. You adjusted in your chair, switching your legs over just to cross them again and watched him.

“Loyalty. I’ve always liked that word.” He started, quietly. “Loyalty is a great trait to have. Our readers are loyal to us, and we have to be loyal to our readers. I understand that many of you were and still are loyal to Courtney, and I understand why. She’s a great woman, she actually gave me one of my first starts. I am not asking you to lose your fidelity to her, only allow me to earn your trust and loyalty as well.” He turned and with an open posture, his hands out of his pockets, giving a sweeping look to everyone in the room. “I want Black Style to be everything it has been and more, and with your help we can do this.”

The room was silent for a moment, and then one person clapped, and then another, and soon you all were up on your feet, you giving him a silent golf clap while keeping your face neutral.

               “Thank you so much for coming.” Y’lan commented over and over as people being filing out of the conference room, you were one of the last people to have to pass him.

“Oh, Ms. YLN, please stay and chat with me, I just have a few things to discuss with you.” He was smiling but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. You adjusted your shoulder bag, awkwardly hanging back as the last few people filed out, trying hard not to look at you.

When everyone was gone, he closed the door and pressed a button on the wall that made the glass frosted, which made you more antsy. He left you standing near the door, moving to the table where there were waters and assorted snacks sitting out.

“Water? Fruit snacks?” He said, picking up a cookie with a napkin and placing it on a small white plate.

“Uh, no. I’m okay.” It was funny. Any and all bass that might have been in your voice earlier was gone, what was left was your normal voice, quietened by confusion and slight paranoia.

“Sure? I know the meeting ran long. I’m giving you all an extra 30 for lunch.” He turned around and leaned against the buffet table. He grinned and bit into his cookie, “Sit. This won’t take long.”

You pulled out a chair on the other side of the table, putting a whole table and a row of chairs between you. “What’s this about?”

He put the plate down and brushed off his hands. “This is about me and you.”

You sat back in your chair looking at him with even more confusion. You and him, there wasn’t any you and him. You didn’t even know the man past what his email was and how he liked to be called Y’lan. “What are you talking about?”

He stood up from his position on the buffet table and crossed over slowly to the table, sitting down in front of you. He kept your eye contact when he said, “You don’t like me do you?”

Your eyes were burning with trying not to blink, “That’s not a fair question. I don’t know you.”

He smiled and placed his mouth in the crook of his index finger and thumb, “Usually a person can tell in the first 5 minutes of meeting someone whether or not they would want to be around them, romantically, sexually, or professionally. What did you think about me?”

You tapped your fingers on the table, looking at him for a moment and wondering if being honest would lose you your job. “Can I speak candidly?”

He sat back, grinning. “Of course.”

You sighed leaning forward a little, “I thought you were a man who got the job because you were a man, not because you were qualified. Courtney had been grooming me for the job since she announced that she was retiring and you walk in with your nice flowery words, handsome face, and beautiful smile and now your editor in chief and I’m still just a stupid Head of.” Your words had become fast at the end and now you were panting, a little angry at yourself for spilling so much of your feelings to your new boss.

Y’lan looked taken back, but he quickly masked any surprise with a nod and a smile, “To be honest, I figured they would give the job to you too.”

You sighed, feeling a little calmer at his admission and acceptance of your angry rant. “Well –

“But, let’s get facts straight Mrs. YLN, I am qualified. Esquire has been the number 1 selling men’s magazine for the 5 years I have been running it. And while I’m not well versed in women’s magazines, I know at the bottom line this business is about selling.”

“It’s not just about selling, yeah that’s a big part of it, but it’s also about giving a quality magazine and making sure we don’t alienate our readers with huge changes.”

Y’lan leaned forward, eyes impassioned. “Okay, like what?”

“Like- “You stopped yourself sitting back in your chair, folding your arms. “You’re the editor, you figure it out.”

               Y’lan sighed then, raking those thick fingers over his face as if this conversation was stressing him out. You smirked to yourself, happy that he was seeing that you weren’t going to fall in line.

“Mrs. Y/LN, I don’t want there to be a struggle between you and –“

“Well I want your job.” You admitted, your hands on the table now, folded together with a victorious smile on your face. “So obviously we don’t always get what we want.”

Y’lan stood up then, leaning forward across the table, one finger pressing down on the wood. It made you focus on him, and really focus on what your body had already noticed moments earlier. Y’lan was uncomfortably sexy. You gulped as you noticed the vein in his neck ticking, noticing his adam apple bob in the silence of your stare off.

“…So take it.” He finally said, quietly, eyes not leaving yours.

“Excuse me?” You sat up, uncomfortable with what had come to your mind when he said that. You shouldn’t be thinking of your boss that way.

“1 Month, we’ll do two issues. Your way and my way. If the higher ups like your magazine, I’ll resign and recommend you for my job. If the higher ups like my magazine, you submit to me and respect me as your boss.”

You gulped at the word submit, something in the way he said it with a glance down your body before finding your eyes again made you tremble. “…Fine.”

“Deal then?” He raised his hands, across the table. He smiled.

You gripped it, shaking hard meeting his eyes with a determined stare.

“Deal.”

(Hey! Yes, this is going to be two or three parts. Yes, I know but I’ve been sitting on this for a while and I want to write outside of who I’ve been writing for.)

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[hollandspiderling]

Pillow Talk

Summary: Pillow Talk | n. Sweet and inviting talk that really has no point. Doesn’t have to be sexual nor follow anything sexual; intimate talk between lovers while lying in bed. 

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (Uni!AU) 

Warning: None, just plain old fluff.

Word Count: ~3.5k 

Author’s Note: Here is another one-shot that I couldn’t help myself with writing. I found it in one of my old archives on a website I used to write on and wanted to revamp it. Also imagining just being all soft and cute with Tom makes my heart melt, hope you guys enjoy reading this! xoxo, Astrid. 

‘Another tiring day done…’

You smiled to yourself as you put away the last dish in the cupboard before stretching your arms. The faint sound of the shower could be heard as you leisurely made your way towards the master bedroom.  A contented sigh escaped your lips as you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back for accomplishing the goal that you’ve had for a while. Ever since you and Tom decided to move in together, you promised yourself that you’d become a better cook for him. When you guys first started dating during your first year of university, you weren’t that great of a cook but being the gentleman that he was, Tom always gave you high praises for your first attempts. Three years later and with his request of moving in, you took it upon yourself to sign up for cooking classes in your spare time as well as watching YouTube videos to follow. And once you saw the twinkle in his eye and the way he ate your food with much gusto that night, you knew that your hard work finally paid off.

As you entered your shared bedroom, you untied your hair that was in a bun and ran your fingers through the tangles. Music could be faintly heard in the bathroom as Tom continued taking a shower and you hummed along to the tune. You did your usual nightly facial routine before changing into a loose V-neck and a pair of Tom’s boxers. A giggle escaped your lips as you listened to your boyfriend sing along to Umbrella by Rihanna. You rolled your eyes as you made sure your things were ready for work the next day thinking to yourself, ‘As much as he says he hates Umbrella ever since he did the lip sync, that boy still loves to sing along to that song.’ Slipping underneath the white covers, you plugged in your phone into its charger as you heard the shower stop along with his music playing from his phone. The door opened and his familiar scent of Old Spice filled the bedroom as he rustled around for clothes.

Setting down your phone on the bedside table, you turned around and smiled at him. Tucking your hands underneath the pillow you were lying on; you admired your boyfriend’s toned body. His boxers hung low to the point where you could see the slight dent of the dimples on his back as well as how toned the muscles of his back were due to constantly working out. He dried the curls you loved to run your hands through with the towel that was hanging around his neck and you didn’t flinch when he turned around to find you staring at him. Tom smirked lightly as he playfully winked at you.

“Admiring what you see?”

You laughed and threw his pillow at him. “What can I say? You’ve been getting more toned every time I see you. I can’t help but admire the progress.”

“You have to thank Harrison for asking me to gym with him. The guy never knows when to let me breathe.” Tom chuckled as he slipped on a pair of sweats.

“Remind me the next time we all come together for dinner. I’ll definitely have to give him my thanks for making sure you are in tip-top shape.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, darling? I wasn’t at my best shape, before?” he joked, tossing his pillow that fell onto the floor back at you. He gave you a pout and you playfully shook your head.

“You know that’s not what I meant, Tommy. I’ll love you in any shape or form. But that V-line is getting more and more defined every time I see you.” You teased and playfully wriggled your eyebrows at him. You laughed as you hugged the pillow he threw at you. Tom quirked an eyebrow at you as he stopped drying his hair and said, “Y/F/N, keep looking at me like that and you will be getting tickled once I’m done here. Never ever give me such a cringey face again.”

Jokingly mimicking back what he said to you, you laughed and motioned for him to sit on the bed you shared before getting up from your position. You grabbed the towel and began to softly finish drying his hair for him. Tom closed his eyes and leaned into your warmth. A contented sigh left his lips as he turned his head and softly kissed the inside of your wrist before crossing his arms over his chest.

“You are such a dork, love; I sometimes catch myself asking why I’m with you.” He jokingly murmured.

You tugged on his hair lightly and smiled in victory as you saw him wince. “Well I guess you’re stuck with a dork who is the only one that is able to nerd out with you. You’re stuck with me babe.”

He smiled at your words and melted inside when you pecked his cheek and patted his shoulder. Tom would never get tired of your company and it’s these times that you guys had to yourselves that kept him going when things at work got tough. A moment of comfortable silence fell upon you two as you enjoyed each other’s presence. You peppered his face in kisses before moving away and lightly slapped his shoulder.

“Alright, now finish up because I’m getting lonely here.” You giggled.

Tom groaned as he lazily got off the bed and began to make his way back to the bathroom. He turned around and winked at you. “Don’t miss me too much, I’ll be back love.”

“Don’t worry, I’m more than comfy here on this bed. But if you do take too long, then I might just knock out before you.”

You shook your head in amusement as you heard him laugh and stuck his tongue out at you before disappearing into the bathroom. Falling onto your back, you stared at the ceiling as you waited for Tom to finish getting ready for bed. You still couldn’t believe that your relationship was still going strong despite all that you’ve been through. Your friends and the people around the both of you claimed that you guys wouldn’t make it due to your busy schedules because a lot of couples would often not make it through their first year of university. Your orbits never met unless it was with your friends on the weekends when everyone was free, but other than due to being in two different majors, it sometimes got hard to make time for each other. But in the end, you proved everyone wrong by going strong all throughout your college careers and finally moved in together after landing stable jobs.

Four years and it still feels like we just began dating…

Your eyes traveled to the picture that was sitting on your dresser. It was a photo that the two of you took when Tom surprised you with a trip to London on your third-year anniversary. You were in the midst of laughing as you held onto your cardigan and his arm was slung over your shoulder. You smiled to yourself as you remembered that you were walking along the bridge across the river when all of a sudden Tom surprised you from behind before kissing your temple and took the picture. On the back of it, Tom had written a heartfelt message to you once it was developed, promising that he’d never hurt you and one day make you his wife.

“Falling asleep on me, already?”

You looked over your shoulder to find Tom smiling down at you as he joined you under the covers. You shook your head and nodded towards the photo you were looking at.

“Nah, I was reminiscing our London trip.”

Tom’s arms automatically wrapped themselves around your frame, bringing you closer to him. Spooning her, he nuzzled into the crook of your neck and hummed in happiness as he remembered your trip as well. You closed your eyes as you relaxed in his embrace, both of you wrapped up in your own world.

“It was a great trip, wasn’t it? I feel like that was what solidified everything between us.”

You felt him nip your neck lightly and you slapped his arm playfully. “You’re such a div.”

He let out a husky laugh and said, “I wasn’t referring to our last night, but besides that wonderful event and constantly hearing my name from you, it was the most that we got to spend time with each other. It was a whole week, just the two of us, with no one to disrupt our time together.”

You hummed in agreement before turning over and snuggling deeper into his embrace. Your legs became entangled with each other as you laid your head in the crook of his neck. You traced the outline of his collarbone and he began to play with your hair. A comfortable silence fell onto you two as you enjoyed each other’s presence after a long day. It was true that your London trip was the most that you spent time together. Your schedules were demanding, and you were only to spend one to two days together when it was during the holidays. The only reason why you kept so strong with Tom was because of your constant communication with and faith in each other.

“My favorite part was seeing your flustered expression when I dragged you with me when I was bikini shopping.” You murmured as you smiled to yourself.

Your mind flashed back to when you realized that while you were packing in haste, you had forgotten to pack a swimsuit. After a little bit of convincing, you dragged Tom out with you because he also ended up needing to get some stuff on the way anyways. Once you reached the store, Tom’s expression will forever be kept in your mind. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights with his eyes wide and constantly moving around when he followed behind you. Tom had his hand covering the lower half of his face when they were in the store and the light tint of red that could be seen on his cheeks made him so adorable to you.

He pouted slightly as he remembered and poked your cheek. “The only person that I’ll admire is you and seeing all those kinds of revealing clothing with other women in the store, I didn’t know how to act.”

Tapping his nose, you chuckled and said, “Well you looked quite adorable, just like an innocent child.”

“I can’t help it if my mother raised me right.”

“She definitely raised a wonderful gentleman.”

Tom smiled as he warmly looked down at you. Pecking you on the lips lightly Tom tightened his grip around you. “God, what did I do in my previous life to deserve you?”

Moving onto his back, he pulled you on top of him. You rested your palms on his chest as you looked down at him. Tucking a couple strands behind your ear, he gave you a tender gaze.

“I’m serious Y/N, I hope you always remember you’re the best thing that has happened to me. I’m going to make sure I marry you.”

“You said those exact words when we were at London. You even wrote it on the back of the picture.”

“I did, didn’t I? When we do get married, what kind of wedding are you hoping for?”

“That is if I actually do end up marrying you, Thomas Stanley Holland.”

Tom faked a gasp and immediately flipped you both over. He huffed as he caged you with both of his arms on either side of your head. “Don’t be so mean, sweetheart. No matter what, you’re going to be stuck with me because you’ve stolen my heart since day one.”

“You’re such a cheeseball.” You murmured as you caressed his face.

Leaning into your touch, he hummed in agreement. “You’re the only one that can make me feel like this, darling. But I’m serious though, what is your dream wedding?”

You pursed your lips in thought as you wracked your brain for an answer. With how busy your life was, you never really thought about what you wanted for in a wedding. Now that you were twenty-four, it did make sense that it should be something you should start thinking about.  

“I guess maybe…a garden wedding? I don’t know, I’ve never really thought about this. But I do know that I don’t really want it to be that grand of a wedding. I just want family and close friends to be attending.”

“A garden wedding? I can see that considering how much you love roses.”

You chuckled as he pecked your lips and rolled onto his back. Turning onto your side to face him, you comfortably set your head onto his arm and smiled. “I’ve loved them ever since you gave one to me when you asked me out.”

“I was pretty smooth, wasn’t I?”

You scrunched up your nose in thought as he looked at you from the corner of his eye before staring at the ceiling. Running a hand through his hair, you gave him a look before saying, “Right, so hesitating in front of me for a good couple of minutes before saying everything in one quick go was smooth. I was so caught off guard when you suddenly pushed the flower into my hands. But…it was pretty sweet that our class’s heartthrob actually wanted me as his girlfriend.”

“Of course, I wanted you. Didn’t you know you were one of the most highly sought girls at that time?”

You shook your head and shrugged. “How could I pay attention to that when a certain someone was always trying to steal my attention? As much as I wanted to hide from all the attention you brought along, everything worked out, in the end, didn’t it?”

“Exactly. Now let’s fast forward a bit, if we were to start a family, how many kids would you want?”

“Two, but I really hope it’s a boy first and then a girl.”

Tom smiled in amusement and leaned in to peck your forehead. “You didn’t hesitate with that question, sweetheart.”

“Ironic isn’t it? I didn’t know what I wanted for a wedding, but I knew exactly how many kids I wanted.” You replied and looked up at him before you both laughed.

He shook his head and began to trace random patterns on your arm. “I think it’s cute of you. I’m assuming you want a boy first so we can raise him up to be a gentleman and a protector for our future little girl.”

You nodded and smiled warmly, “Growing up, it was only me and my older sister. But despite how much I love her and look up to her, there was always this part of me that wished to have an older brother to protect me and be close with.”

“Well, now you have your own protector who’s willing to stay by your side forever.”

You softly gazed at him and pecked his jawline. “Of course, and I’ll always be thankful to have you in my life.”

Tom wriggled his eyebrows playfully and asked, “What about their names?”

“I’m not sure, whenever I think about baby names, I always tend to change my mind. So, I was thinking of just naming them when they’re born, y’know?”

“Understandable. Just imagine Y/N, we’ll have our own house and two little kids constantly running around. It’d be paradise, don’t you think?”

You snuggled closer to him and hummed in agreement. “Everything will finally fall into place, Tommy. But I’m fine with the here and now as well. With you by my side, I feel like anything is possible.”

You felt Tom chuckle and tenderly kissed your forehead. “That’s supposed to be my line.”

Smiling slightly you savored the warm feeling of his kiss and said, “I guess when it’s two in the morning, your cheesiness begins to rub off me, babe.”

“Are you getting sleepy?”

You shook your head and said, “Now it’s my turn. You never told me or maybe I don’t remember. What got you to fall for me in the first place?”

“You probably won’t even remember what I’m going to tell you because our first moment together was really short.”

You gave him a questionable look and Tom smiled down at you. “It was actually before we officially met each other.”

He pulled the blanket over you guys and changed your position, so you were laying your head on his chest. As he remembered your first encounter, he lovingly ran his fingers along your back.

“It was the day where they welcomed all the freshmen to recognize their achievement of getting in and for choosing our university. You were with your friends and I was with mine, but I managed to bump into you when we were getting lunch in front of the rec center. At first, I thought you were going to go off on me for not watching where I was going, but you simply brushed it off and gave me a smile that I’d never forget. Before I had the chance to introduce myself, Harrison had popped up behind me and dragged me away.”

You tried remembering the memory and your eyes widened in realization. “That was you?!”

Tom laughed and nodded. “I guess I was lucky when Haz grew a crush on one of your friends or else our groups wouldn’t have intermixed and we wouldn’t have met.”

“I still can’t believe you have all that mush inside of you, Tommy. You’re the physical representation of a guy who fell in love at first sight.”

“I only show these sides of me to those who deserve it and you most definitely do, because you’re mine. You’re the only woman who managed to make me feel attracted to and fall for you Y/N Holland.”

“Y/N Holland?”

“What? I can’t get an early start of calling you, my wife?”

You laughed as he began to pepper your face with kisses, and you managed to hold his face in your grasp.

“It has a nice ring to it… I like it.” You softly replied and planted a kiss on his nose.

“It’s going to be your surname in the future, so you better get used to it.” He smiled.

Meeting his tender gaze, you couldn’t help but kiss him. You both smiled against each other’s lips as Tom brought you even closer to him. Letting go of your kiss, Tom rested his forehead against yours and caressed your cheek.

“Y/F/N, I love you.”

“I love you too, Thomas Stanley Holland.”

His gaze softened as he watched you sleepily rub your eyes. “We should get some sleep, baby girl.”

You whined as you clung to him and said, “But I want to keep talking…we haven’t gotten a moment like this in a while.”

“We’re living together, love. We’ll have many more moments like this, but it looks like you’re going to fall asleep any second now.”

“Ugh I hate it when you’re right.”

Tom laughed and kissed your pout before bringing the blanket up to your chin. “Well I love it when you get adorable like this.”

“Good night, Tommy…” she murmured.

He watched as you curled up against his side and smiled sleepily. Swiping a stray strand of hair away from your face, Tom leaned down and lovingly kissed your temple.

“Sweet dreams, darling.”

Smiling to himself, he watched his angel fall asleep. Once your breathing slowed down, he carefully moved onto his back and turned attention towards his bedside table. As best as he could without waking you up, Tom opened the top drawer and took out a small satin pouch. Setting it on top of his chest, he opened it up and took out the velvet container. He looked at you once more and bit his bottom lip. With his right hand, he opened up the small box and admired the silver diamond ring that sat inside.

At the moment, you each had a ring on your pointer finger. It was a promise ring that he had gotten for you both on your second-year anniversary and now that he felt like the moment was approaching soon, Tom had to be prepared. The following day was the day he was going to set his plan in action, and he wouldn’t keep you waiting for long. Every fiber in his body knew that you were the one. His boys were all ready to help and your friends were already growing in excitement when he told them the week before. Now with you in his arms, the time will come.

Soon, he’ll ask the love of his life to marry him. 

[khoicesbyk]

The Nanny Affair

The Vacation Of A Lifetime. Part 1.

Author’s Note: This fanfic right here is based off of the preview for Chapter 14. This will be three parts. First is what happens before they get to Italy. And the second and third parts will be what happens once they land. Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Song and Story inspiration: I Feel It Coming-The Weeknd.

***Rated: Mature 18+. Contains sexual content and strong language. You know? The usual from me. 😁

***Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters.

***Characters: Sam Dalton (LI) and Krystal Parker (MC)

***All Characters and names (except MC) are property of Pixelberry.

***Trigger Warning: Aviophobia aka a fear of flying. Read at your own discretion.***

Current Word Count: 1,732 words. Personal victory for me! I normally do over 2,000 words. 😁👏🏾🙌🏾💃🏾

Krystal stood there in the kitchen frozen in place. She couldn’t believe what she just heard Sam say.

“Krystal, you okay there?”, he asked her.

“Yeah…I think so. Did you just say that we’re going to Italy?”, she asked.

“Yeah. That’s exactly what I said.”, he replied.

“Uh huh! That’s what I thought you said. So, why are you turning your business trip to Italy into a family trip to Italy again? Because that part I missed.”, she said to him.

“You missed it because; I haven’t explained that part yet. Like I said before; you were right about me being a coward. I was just too stubborn to admit it. Not out loud. Not to you. And certainly not to myself. But being called on it; was enough for me to realize that I need you. I need you near me. I can’t even function properly, without you. And besides; I was kidding myself. I can’t leave my kids behind for 2 months. Business trip to Italy or no business to Italy; I can’t leave my boys. So, get packed because we’re going to Italy. We leave in 2 hours.”, he explained.

“Okay. I’ll go get packed…I’m going to Italy. Wow!”, she replied in a slightly nervous tone.

“I thought you’d be a lot more excited than this.”, he told her.

“No I am. I’m very excited to go. I’m just not exactly excited about flying to get there.”, she says to him.

“If you’re worried about flying with Sofia then; you can stop worrying. She’s flying in with her dad and brother.”, he told her.

“No it’s not that. It has nothing to do with Sofia. I’m not excited about flying because I have a not so small fear of flying?”, she says to him.

“You have Aviophobia?”, he asked. She nodded in response.

“Krystal. You know I would never let anything happen to you, right?”, he asked her.

“I-I know…I…it’s just that…I-I don’t like not being on solid ground. And being 50,000 feet in the air is my biggest nightmare. I know that I should’ve told you sooner but; I didn’t think it mattered because, we weren’t flying anywhere.”, she answered.

That’s when he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She all but melted into a puddle of nothing, in his arms.

“Look at me. Nothing will happen to you, I swear. I won’t let anything happen to you. You don’t have to be afraid. I’m here. I’ll be there with you. Me and the boys. We’ll be there. You don’t have to be afraid.”, he said to her as he rubbed her back. He wanted to calm her fear. “I will never let anything hurt you.”

She felt safe in his arms. She felt home in his arms. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay. Thank you.”, she told him. He kissed her forehead and said to her, “I know you will be. Go, get packed. I’ll get the boys ready.”

2 hours later they were at Dulles Airport; walking to the Dalton Enterprises private jet. As they got closer to the plane; her fear started to take over. Sam took notice at her growing fear so; he decided to introduce her to the flight crew.

“Krystal; I’d like to introduce you to Frank Walton and David Young. They’re the pilots. And this is Wesley Caine, Andrea Baker, Dina Campbell and Xavier Trent. They’re the flight attendants. They will make sure that we will be completely safe.”, he explained to her; in hopes that it quell her growing fear.

“Everyone; this is Krystal Parker. She has a slight fear of flying; and wanted to assure her that she’s in VERY capable hands.”, he said as he introduced her to them.

“Krystal! You’re afraid to fly?”, Mickey asked.

“Yes, I am.”, she answered.

“So that’s why dad had us bring our airplane buddies!”, Mason said as he snuggled his airplane plushie.

“You two are my airplane buddies.”, she told them with a smile.

“Ms. Parker; I can most certainly assure you that are and will be safe. We will make sure of that.”, Frank said with a warm smile.

“Shall we Mr. Dalton?”, he asked Sam. Once Sam nodded they boarded the plane. And soon; they flying over the Atlantic towards Naples.

Krystal was fine as long as she didn’t look out of a window and controlled her breathing. So, to do that she focused on the boys; who were at the time watching Disney+ on their iPads. And although he was on a work call in the back; Sam still made sure to check on her and that she was comfortable. He wanted her and the boys to be comfortable.

After the boys fell asleep in their bunks; Sam went to check on her.

“How are you feeling?”, he asked her.

“Honestly, I’m struggling. It was fine at first because I had the boys to focus on; but now that they’re sleep, I-I-I’m back to being terrified. My anxiety is screaming and it’s getting harder to control my shaking”, she admitted to him.

“Come with me.”, he told her as took her hand. She followed him to his cabin in the back. He walked slowly with her so she wouldn’t be too afraid. As soon as the door closed; she collapsed into his arms.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Shhhhh…it’s okay. I’m here. I got you. You’re safe.”, he whispered in her ear. He rocked her as she trembled and cried. “I know you’re scared Krystal. But; I promise you that you’re doing so good. I promise you that it’ll all be over soon.”

“I know I shouldn’t be scared; but I can’t…I can’t…I can’t help it. It’s an irrational and irrelevant fear I know but—“, she started to say through tears; before he interjected, “nothing about your fear is irrelevant nor irrational. You know that. I would never criticize you for being scared.”

She was able to start calming herself down; because of him. His strength. His warmth. Feeling his arms around her. Feeling him rub her back. All of this is what eventually calmed her down.

“Here sit down.”, he told her as they both sat down on the edge of the bed. She clung to him tightly. “Thank you for helping me. You didn’t have to do any of this for me.”

“Don’t say that. Of course I had to. I didn’t want you to feel like I don’t care. I might’ve been a little busy but; that doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about you.”, he said to her.

“What else can I do to make you feel better?”, he asked her.

After thinking about it for a few seconds; she told him, “Sam you’ve already done enough for me; but if you want to do one more thing, you can do this.”

She brought his lips to hers for a very searing kiss. He wrapped his right arm around her waist; while tangling his left hand in her hair, pulling her close. He wanted her; just as badly as she wanted him.

“I need you. Right here, right now!”, he told her in low growl.

“Take me…”, she begged him.

That was all he needed to hear before; pulling her into his lap. Soon; their clothes were in a lazy pile and they were higher up on the bed. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other.

“God, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.”, he told her; before kissing his way down her jawline, her neck and stopping at her breasts. In between pleasing her breasts; he asks her, “what do you want Krystal? Tell me and it’s yours. I am yours.”

“I need to feel you inside me! I want you inside me!”, she tells him. Hearing the desperation in her voice; sent chills down his spine.

“Your wish is my command…”, he told her; before devouring her mouth again. He lined himself up with her sweet spot, wrapped her legs around his waist and with a thrust of his hips plunged inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered into his shoulder, as he took her.

“God damn you feel so good! So damn good!”, he said as he relentlessly pounded her. Every sound she made was like a shot of adrenaline to him. Every time he kissed her; he sent shockwaves running through her. Pulses radiated throughout her body every time he touched her.

“Yesssssssssss Sam! Take! Me! Just like that! Yes! Just! Like! That!”, she cried out; while clawing at his back. The pain from her nails digging in his skin; intensified his stroke.

“Yeah that’s a good girl! Tell me that dick feels good! Tell me that you want this!”, he growled in her ear. As if on cue she replied, “give it to me! Fuck yesssssssssss! Give it to me! It feels so good! You feel so good! Don’t you stop! Don’t ever stop!”

She was steadily unraveling. And she was getting dangerously close to her climax; and so was he. He was giving her exactly what she needed from him.

“Sam! I’m so close! Ohhhhhhhh God! I’m about to…”, she told him as she struggled to hang on. Her orgasm was right at its peak.

“That’s it kitten! Cum for me! There you go! Let it out! Let it all out!”, he encouraged her. And with that she gave in; and let her orgasm take ahold of her. Her body shook and her eyes rolled back as she rode the ginormous internal wave of pleasure.

And Sam was not too far behind her.

“Shit! I’m about to…fuck! It’s here baby! And it’s all for you!”, he said through gritted teeth. With last thrust of his hips and a deep guttural groan; he let go. His body went rigid as he emptied himself into her. Once he was done; they were both exhausted and satisfied. He laid down next to her and held her close. She laid in his arms shivering because of the aftershocks.

“Are you alright?”, he managed to ask her.

“Yes. I’m fine. Well as fine as I can be. Thanks to you.”, she replied; her voice barely above a whisper.

“Good. You should get some rest. We’ll be landing in Napoli soon.”, he told her. With a sweet goodnight kiss; she was soon fast asleep in his arms.

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Stay tuned for Part 2!

😘

K.

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

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[ authors notes ]

This one took a little longer to get out and for that, I’m sorry. It wasn’t clicking until just now. So, this is the unedited and rough version because as soon as I finished, I figured to hell with the editing process, just post it and be done. Yes, it’s still angst city. Yes, they’re both still being stubborn. BUT... they were finally kind of forced into interaction so yay? I guess? 

FYI, this is probably gonna be a mini fic, so there’s probably only about 9 or 10 actual chapters left of it. I never meant for it to be that long BUT... we’ll see... all depends on how well it actually goes over... Do with that what you will... Also, the OFC’s self worth issues are not going to magically disappear just because the story comes to some kind of conclusion. I believe I mentioned this once before, the ofc here has the same issues I do to an extent... Anyway, enjoy a little lingering sexual tension in this part?

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[ warnings ]

Self esteem issues cw. Anxiety cw. Alcohol cw. Angst and sort of a slow burn. Mini fic, fyi. Probably won’t be very long. Potentially smut at some point. I switch between first person pov ( my oc’s pov ) to third person pov ( usually hangman, but also any other side characters I might use in this). 

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                                                  T H R E E 

[ ADAM ]

“Talking to her is probably a better idea than staring a hole through her, man.” Wardlow spoke up from beside Adam just as Adam poured himself another glass of whiskey. Adam took a long and thoughtful sip before shrugging.

“Obviously, there’s nothin to talk about.”

“And you’re an idiot if you believe that. Full offense meant.” Wardlow ordered his own drink and took a sip, eyes darting up to the screen mounted close to the ceiling  behind the bar. He chuckled at the score on the hockey game playing and then spoke up again. “All I’m saying is you don’t want one of the other guys stepping up and getting a shot you didn’t take. I mean, earlier… Did you not overhear Maxwell?”

“Oh yeah. I heard him. Why the fuck do you think I put him against the wall real quick like I did. It’s not my business if she chooses one of them though. Nothin’ I can do about it, either.” Adam shrugged, but deep down, it had him on edge. On top of everything else… He was having to deal with the fact that one night with Rosalie showed him just how much he didn’t want things to be one night only between the two of them.

Everything was turning into a massive clusterfuck that he couldn’t escape, no matter how far in the bottom of the bottle he tried burying himself.

The win tonight over his opponent felt like a hollow victory because just as the ref raised his hand it really sank in just how alone he felt and how well he’d managed to alienate himself from his friends. The fact that Rosalie was fine with a one night stand and wanted nothing further to do with him meant that he couldn’t share the moment with her, either.

But the problem with all of this was that the more he tried to go without talking about how he felt, the further down he tried to push it all, lately, that was the harder everything tried to push it’s way to the forefront. It was getting to a point where he felt like he was one breath away from exploding in frustration at any moment.

The more he tried to find Rosalie in back and at least clear the air between them, the better she seemed to get at making herself scarce.

Just as he found himself thinking about it, he happened to spot her, pushing her way through the crowd surrounding the bar at the other end of it. Banging on the wooden bartop noisily, she hopped up and down, shoving money at a bartender who came past and getting herself a bottle of Tito’s. Adam felt himself tense all over and whether or not he meant to, his eyes were fixed on her. He bit his lip and took a long sip from the glass and Wardlow cleared his throat. “If you don’t step up, Page. Someone else will. Women like that don’t stay single or lonely long at all. Trust me.”

Without another word, Wardlow was gone, leaving Adam to watch intently. He swore to himself and grumbled when Matt Jackson wandered right up to her, boldly leaning against her from behind and muttering something against her ear.

“Naturally, he’s gotta go there.” Adam grumbled to himself as the scowl took over. He watched the scene unfolding and maybe he was a little more amused than he should’ve been when he saw Rosalie rolling her eyes before she turned around. She suck popped a gum bubble and blew at her bangs. Every physical cue she was giving off read clear irritation and annoyance and yet… Matt was apparently determined.

,, Jackass even has roses. If he really gave a shit he’d know she liked sunflowers or daisies.” Adam found himself thinking. The thought lingered, annoying him all over again. No matter how much he wanted to be angry and hate his former friends, he knew deep down that everything they’d said to him the last time they all talked had unfortunately been true.

They may have set it all in motion, but he’d been the one who let it continue for so long. Then he’d been the one who exploded and went straight for self-destruct mode rather than doing what he should’ve done, beating their asses and getting his frustrations out there and putting it behind him. And all of that, his brain wasted no time in reminding him, trickled down to the situation with her, and his inability to even fathom taking a chance and speaking up about the way he really felt. And it bothered him because he knew that not only was he letting his friends slip through his fingers but now, a chance at being with her too.

And then, it happened. Rosalie happened to spot him sitting there, watching her. For a few seconds, she stared right back, teeth grazing against a full lower lip. Adam hated to admit it, but he felt a small surge of pride at the fact that he’d done a good enough job leaving marks behind their night together that the small bite mark just below her earlobe hadn’t really faded that much.  ,, then again, I was so desperate to leave any kind of sign that I even had her to myself  for one night that I really latched onto that spot at least 4 times. Was the hardest mark I left.” 

He must have been staring at the area pretty hard because her hand raised, fingertips settling right against the spot in question. She squirmed on her stool under his gaze and bit her lip. Adam shifted on his stool and took a deep breath, trying to will away the way he was starting to strain against his jeans. Because before that happened again, they needed to have a long and serious conversation.

She shotgunned a sip from the tequila bottle and swallowed hard, wincing at the way the alcohol must’ve burned it’s way down her throat and Adam raised his own glass, finishing it off without breaking his gaze with her.

Apparently, it was enough to be noticed by Matt, who glared at him before grumbling to himself and walking away for the time being. Neither of them were caving yet, the stare war still going on. If he were a more confident and far less anxious kind of guy, he’d almost swear that maybe the tequila was hitting her system and maybe, she was flirting across the room.

As soon as even the hint of that thought hit, Adam was on top of it, shoving it down deep before hope dared to have a chance to grow.

She sighed and the movement of her lips had his eyes locked there, following helplessly as her tongue dragged over the outline of her mouth. When she brushed shaggy bangs out of her eyes, Adam’s hand clenched because honestly, he just wanted to tangle his fingers up in her hair again, use his grip on the soft and thick locks to tug her mouth into his so deep that by the time the kiss broke they were breathing for each other.

She broke eye contact first, turning her attention to the doors of the sports bar and Adam tore his eyes off her, fixing them on his own drink.

,, if I don’t say something soon, I’m going to lose my damn mind.” 

[ ROSALIE ]

I could smell Matt Jackson before he even pressed against me from behind. The cologne he wore is not my favorite and it never has been. ,, It’s not my fault I prefer Adam’s natural scent to the overpowering notes of whatever the hell Matt is wearing all the time.” my brain chimed in and I quickly shoved the thought out.

I was here tonight because no fucking thanks to Adam’s earlier match and win, I needed a good stiff drink. ,, Is a good stiff drink not how I wound up in the situation I’m in right now though?” - my brain was at it again, nagging and being pesky. Between my own mind and my mom, I was dangerously close to exploding lately.

Matt pressed against me from behind, reaching past me to grab a soda he’d apparently ordered and I cringed to myself, eyes rolling as I prepared myself for what Matt felt was ‘his best game’. In truth, his best game is a fucking annoyance to me.

If I were going to hook up with a Jackson brother, I’d die before I ever considered Matt. Nick… Nick clearly has more going for him that’s not quite so…. Overpowering and annoying.

Not that I’ve ever given them any sort of actual thought in that regard, I’m just stating a fact.

“You drinking alone, Rosie?”

“Don’t call me that, Matt. I have a name.”

Matt chuckled in amusement. He was still pressing against me a little. I tensed and he seemed to finally take the fucking hint, stepping away a little. “You could bring your bottle and come over to where me and Nick are sitting. It’d keep Maxwell off your ass.”

“I’m here alone. As in, I want to drink this tequila all by myself. Nice try, Matt.” I responded, turning just enough to smirk up at him as my words hit their mark. He grumbled and bit his lip, shaking his head. “I don’t get it. Why not just give somebody a chance?”

“Why not just leave somebody alone, though? I’ve told every single one of you who keeps trying lately, I have zero interest. That what happened that night is not only not any of your business, but it was supposed to stay between me and Adam.”

“And yet, you were telling your friends.”

“I didn’t tell them!” I grumbled and rolled my eyes in frustration, blowing at hair that flopped into my eyes and I took a sip, continuing, “They knew something was wrong with me and they kept at me til they guessed. Not that it’s your business, Jackson.”

“You can call me Matt.”

“Can I call you gone already? Because I’m exhausted with this conversation. Look.. I get that you have a hard time hearing the word no. I get that you’re trying to pour on the charm and I get that you think you want me but trust me, Matt, you don’t. Nobody ever actually does.”

“That’s not true, hon.” Matt’s brows knit together as he looked me up and down, licking his lips. I grumbled and turned away, rolling my eyes as I knocked more of my bottle back.

Somehow, I found my eyes fixed on Adam in all this.

And I tried, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off him. And as I stared, all I kept seeing was that fire in his eyes earlier tonight during his singles match. The way he looked fired up and ready to take on the whole world. I was starting to get soaked all over again and I shifted around on the stool a little. 

The hunger burning in his eyes as they roamed over me had memories of that night stirring to the front of my mind and if I thought I was soaked before, that was in fact a lie. I could feel my thighs slipping off each other. The realization had me reaching for my bottle and taking a generous sip. I tried again to tear my eyes off him but I couldn’t do that either. Instead, I found them fixing on a not quite hidden hickie that I knew full well I’d left behind on the right side of his neck. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath because I remembered that I hadn’t been the only one who left a mark.

And at the sudden rearing of the thought, my fingers raised, gingerly dancing over the deep impression of his bite in my skin. I could feel my face getting hotter by the second. 

Matt seemed to finally catch onto the stare down happening between Adam and I and he grumbled, making a hasty retreat.

It took everything I possessed not to shove through the crowd and go to Adam. Especially with the statement he made in an interview before his match earlier tonight burned into my brain. Hurting me because I knew for a fact that the words weren’t true and it killed me that he might even halfway consider them to be so.

I finally managed to tear my eyes off of him, spotting Sonny Kiss and Joey Janela making their way into the bar. I waved to them both, grateful for the distraction they’d provide me. The barrier they’d make between me and my desire to go to Adam and bare my entire soul.

And probably be rejected. Or have to hear him say that the one night between us was a moment of weakness and it didn’t mean anything.

Or any number of things I’d heard a thousand times before.

[lowkeyaesthvtic]

Evil Karma - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Word Count: 1,475

Summary: After the uproar at the Chip Shoppe, Sofi encounters a homely view and some unfamiliar, yet fun, feelings.

Pairings: Uma x OC, slight Huma and Harry x OC if you squint at the end

Rating: PG (don’t worry, probably the last PG chapter)

Warnings: major. sexual. tension. seriously. Like no smut but it gets spicy.

Tags: @amityravenclawelf @descendantofthesparrow @harper-hook @kirbiejayhook and anyone else who loves the sea three!

Not too long after the hoo-rah in the Chip Shoppe, Uma had sent me to the ship to keep an eye on the prisoner until the sun set and we would throw her to the sharks. Surprisingly, she was a relatively easy prisoner to work with. Gil had already tied her tight to the mainmast, all I had to do was make sure she didn’t move. I had never been on Uma’s ship before. The first three months in Uma’s crew were mainly spent running robbery errands with Harry and bussing tables at the Chip Shoppe every once in a while. The view from the ship was likely the prettiest thing I had ever seen since arriving on the Isle. The sky was a light blue that had been slightly speckled with grey clouds that hid some of the sun’s rays while other stripes of light peeked through like an excited child behind a tree. The sound of the waves crashing against the ship rendered me nostalgic of the night ocean crashing against Neverland’s sandy shores. I could feel myself start to zone out of my surroundings, paying attention only to the homey sounds of the ocean when I heard footsteps coming closer and closer to me. I quickly stood up, ready to brandish a weapon if needed.

“Easy there, Sofi. It’s just me.” Uma seemed relatively unbothered by my rush to stand guard, it must be something she’s used to seeing. “Harry needs some help closing up the Chip Shoppe tonight. I’ll take care of the prisoner.” As the word prisoner left her lips, a conniving smile spread across her face. I could tell that something had changed in her. She finally reminded her crew who was really in charge and something told me it’d be near impossible for them to forget again. I gave a quick nod and started to depart the ship when I felt a grip on my arm.

“Is there something else I need to do, Captain?” I asked as our eyes met. There were a few seconds of silence, her brown eyes peering into mine. I was about to repeat my question when she let go of my arm and motioned me to sit down next to her.

“You can answer this...why did you stick up for me like that? You’ve only been in this crew for a couple months. And considering your smart-alecky attitude, I would’ve thought you’d have gone against me as well.” Truthfully, I felt a bit betrayed that she’d think I would do such a thing. At the same time, I understand where she’s coming from. Maybe I didn’t grow up on the Isle, but I’ve been here long enough by now to realize that it’s a rare thing for people to stay loyal to each other.

“Whether I’m a smart-aleck or not, Uma, you’re still the Captain. Being a part of a crew is about being loyal to your Captain almost more than it is about taking orders from the Captain. Besides, you showed those boys who was boss way more than I would have.” I took a quick look at her, noticing that she was zoning out into the ocean just as I was before she had arrived. Something about her began to remind me of Neverland itself, but my mind kept itself from figuring out what it was. Then, I remembered. “Was that your first time doing that?”

“Doing what? Tying a prisoner to the mainmast?” Only then did I notice that Daughter Gothel wasn’t too far from us. She hadn’t stopped glaring in my direction since I took over for Gil. I shot her a quick smirk before looking back to Uma.

“No...the whole ‘what’s my name’ thing. You know, reminding your crew who’s in charge? You should do it more often. It seems like that was the thing that got in their heads the most.”

“Really? Why do you say that, Island Girl?” My eyebrows piqued at the nickname. It was the first time Uma had addressed me by anything other than ‘Sofi’ or ‘Daughter of Pan.’ Honestly, I didn’t hate it. But I couldn’t focus too much on it. It was likely some one time joke considering the ‘Island Princess’ nickname given by Daughter Gothel earlier that day. I shook off the name and turned to face her.

“You see...my father was a vicious, power hungry, son of a Croc. But he taught me a lot. He taught me how to master archery, fighting with knives and daggers, hand to hand combat...you know, all the things you need when living on an island with a bunch of rampant young boys. But the best thing he ever taught me, in my opinion, was the power of someone’s name. Everybody’s name carries this certain...energy. You can use that energy to tell what kind of person they are.” Uma remained silent, her face practically screaming confusion. “Okay, think about it like this. My father named me Sofia because he thought I’d be his little girl. He thought I’d be some kind of benevolent princess that’d grow up to be smart but nowhere near powerful and nowhere near a leader. As I got older, he started to call me Sofi because despite the two names being a letter apart from each other, their energies were completely different.”

“How? The only difference is there’s an ‘a’ at the end.”

“I’m fully aware of that, my Captain. The difference is that the name ‘Sofi’ carries energy that’s similar to a cobra. It entices the prey, lures them in and makes them feel safe. Then, just when the prey is most vulnerable...the cobra unhinges its jaw and suffocates them.” Uma tilted her head in interest, subtly nodding her head in agreement. “What do you think of when you hear the name ‘Harry?’ Besides the first mate himself, of course.”

“Um...loyalty? Insanity? Pure, unpredictable chaos? Flirts with anything that walks?”

“You see, Uma, you took the words right out of my mouth. Now take everything you’ve heard, and see what you think of when you hear your name.” Neither of us had previously realized it, but we had somehow gotten a lot closer to each other, our thighs touching each other but our hands remaining on our laps.

“I...I can’t think of anything.”

“I think of power, leadership, the definition of domination summed up into three simple letters. Your crew realized that today when you asked them to say your name. The more you remind them of who’s in charge, Uma, the more they realize that you’re the best person to lead us to victory. So, Captain...if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?”

“Uma..” She inched closer to me, what was happening? Neither of us knew, neither of us cared.

“Louder.”

The conniving smirk returns, this time with a hint of flirtatiousness that I had never really seen before. “Uma.”

“I’m so sorry, I don’t think I heard you, Captain, one more time?” By now, our faces were only an inch apart. She smelled of sea salt, chocolate, and a whole new home. We started to get closer when -

“UMA!” A thick accent rang through the air. Thank you, Harry. Thank you so much for ruining our fun. Uma nonchalantly stood up. I soon followed suit, fiddling with my fingers as I stepped further away from Uma. “AM I GETTING HELP IN THE CHIP SHOPPE OR NOT?”

“Chill, Harry! I’m coming!” I looked over to Uma and shrugged, beginning to walk away when yet another grip had stopped me. This time, the grip was on my hand. “Yes, Uma?” I asked, not knowing whether to tease or forget it had happened.

Uma wanted to tease. She gripped my hand tighter and once again pulled me closer, our lips practically brushing against each other. “How’d you like to be my first mate?” She spoke low yet somehow light. It was music to my ears.

“What about Harry? Isn’t he your first mate?”

“My crew, Sofi, my rules. My crew can have two first mates if I want it to. Don’t worry, Harry won’t mind it. Now go, you’ve got cleaning to do.” She let go of my hand and nudged me towards the deck where Harry had been standing. As I turn to walk off the ship, I see her shoot Harry a quick wink and shout “Be good with her, Harry! She’s new at this!”

“Oh don’t worry Uma!” Harry shouts towards her before looking down at me, his normal yet flirtatious smirk growing larger by the second. “I will..”

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ok, time for a semi-thought out review-spoilers below

I knew that the captain badge thingy Lunaris gave Penny (I shall use this nickname because her name is too damn long) was some type of control device. That scene reminded me too much of Mark giving Gizmoduck that Waddle badge for it to just be a coincidence.

I am LIVING for Lunaris’ dramatic, theatrical voice! He is 100% THAT BITCH

HERE’S HOW PHOOEY DUCK CAN STILL WIN

You know you’re in for a good time when Dewey and Webby team up. I guess old men in Disney shows CAN’T have models in bottles. 

The different family members that Scrooge has pictures of all over are super sweet. No matter what he claims, Scrooge is a family man. 

It’s super cute that Huey was sending postcards. He’s a good boi.

I wonder if Donald’s head is that hard or if the cell walls are really soft.

I bet those visors on the helmets that go over the Moonlander’s eyes are some kind of mind-control devices

I think Lunaris WANTED Donald and Penny to find his secret war room. He sensed her hesitation. Plus if Donald was SO IMPORTANT TO him, Lunaris probably would have taken Donald to the mines personally.

You like Della don’t you, Penny? *smug Spongebob face*

Dewey is 110% THAT BITCH. He and Drake need to hangout sometime.

“We’re both the bad cop.” Webby, sweetie...

Dew-tective. Dewey is pun-sexual

Donald/Cheesy Postcards is otp. But who is he sending those cheesy postcards to? Or does he just collect them?

 The lighting in the noir scene was AMAZING.

Oh Webby, you were so close

“He’s your uncle too.” “WHAT CASE?!” I love my red son.

Poor Donald. It’s not his fault he’s so squishy. We can’t all be Darkwing Duck tough.

Gibbous is lucky to have Zenith. I want more of the two of them. They are adorable

“Almost pleasurable to hit” ...no comment. Also Donald makes the same sound as Spongebob when he’s hit. Therefor Donald must be part sponge and that is how he can take so much damage.

“Inflicting pain is fun!”-Frank’s motto

“This is your moment, Gibbous.”

THAT WINK! MY LITTLE BI HEART COULDN’T HANDLE IT!

Penny’s directions are HORRIBLE. I hope she never has to lead anyone else anywhere.

Their plan was SUCH a kid logic plan. I LOVE IT.

The mailwoman is GORGEOUS AND I LOVE HER.

“Bill, bill, bill. Man, being an adult is not fun.” I feel personally attacked

I think Mr. Jones could have worded his letter better. Also, I keep getting bills from my therapist even though I already paid them so that hit close to home as well.

Donald is too thicc for the vent system.

This scene has THE BEST DONLAD FACES EVER!

The moon scorpion is ADORABLE and I LOVE IT. I bet that little guy is gonna give Donald his superpowers. It followed Donald and helped him out when he was (sometimes literally) in a tight spot.

 I WANT TO CUDDLE WITH DONALD!

“Oooo, seedy.” Webby, hon, we need to talk. Dewey in the background freaking out over the roach was great.

Dewey, darling, you do not have spy skills. We still love you anyway.

Webby is 200% THAT BITCH. I feel like the fake backstory was probably a reference to something but I’m not sure what. The locket thing made me think of Anne. Webby is COMMITTED to her backstories.

DO NOT TOUCH! (DEWEY!!) What has Dewey done with that uniform to warrant such a warning?

Dewey, there is a time and place for your own theme song. This was neither.

Webby, please never change.

Donald’s file is as dummy thicc as he is. I hate myself.

I DEMAND A PLUSH OF DT17 DONALD. NOW.

Donald has entered DAD MODE (™)

I wish Donald would gently rock me to sleep. And tuck me in. And give me a kiss on the cheek.

“Aw, phooey”-because you can’t say “Fuck me” on the Disney Channel

MOONY TO THE RESCUE (I’ve named them and I am TOTALLY ATTACHED/EMOTIONALLY BONDED WITH THEM). 

DAT ASS

Would beds made of gold be comfortable?

DANCE, DONALD, DANCE

“Help me look for them. But DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING.” Penny, you need to work on your leadership skills.

I wish we could get a closer look at Lunaris’ “Most Dangerous” list. The man is thorough. Organization goals. 

I didn’t see Beakley, Webby, or Launchpad on there. Darkwing isn’t on there either, but he’s brand new so that one makes sense.

It made me very happy to see Lunaris continue to get beat up. Not as tough as you act, ya bastard. And he’s a dumbass for not using the dummy first, then testing on one of the moon mites, and ENDING with himself. Do you even science, bro?

The pic of Donald with the eggs warmed my heart. :’)

It’s adorable that Dewey thinks that he’s a detective/spy and that he could get the jump on anyone, much less Webby.

LET THE POOR DUCK HAVE A BREAK! HASN’T HE SUFFERED ENOUGH?!

HOW DARE THAT BASTARD HURT MY MOON WIFE!

“Great victory comes with great sacrifice.” I do NOT like the sound of that.

DONALD IS A DETERMINED MOTHER FUCKER.

I really feel like Donald is the best fighter in the show. Even when he’s in pretty bad shape, Donald can take a punch without getting KO’d. He’s good at evading hits. Jim and Drake may be able to take more damage, but Donald can avoid getting hurt in the first place. Well, at least in a fight.

Lunaris is what Magica and Glomgold think they are. He’s cold, calculating, and organized. He can get inside someone’s head to find out how they work. He knows a person’s emotional weakness and will dig into it. I think Donald might end up throwing off his game because Donald reacts much differently to emotional stress than most. Others breakdown and are at their most vulnerable. But Donald channels the emotions into energy and is arguably at his most powerful.

I think Webby may have a problem remembering what is real and what she made up.

Dewey might have the same problem.

Scrooge, you need to accept the you are old. OLD AS BALLS.

The #1 therapist mug is great. I also like that they once again took a character from the comics and gave them an upgrade. Though Mr. Jones seems like he should be in anger management as well.

If we needed anymore proof that Donald is a FUCKING FORCE OF NATURE, Mr. Jones’ office gives us a pretty good idea of what Donald is capable of. Little guy can pack a punch.

That speech, man. That PERFECTLY explains who Donald is and why he does what he does. I cried when Mr. Jones was explain how much Donald loves his family overlayed with Donald himself backing up those words. POETIC CINEMA! T_T

Donald out-maneuvering Lunaris shows what Donald is best at-reading a situation and adjusting his tracticts/plan. He’s pretty good at thinking on his feet and unlike the majority of the other characters, Donald knows when he’s out-matched. That’s why he and Della were such a good team. Della was the brawn while Donald was the brains.

DONALD IS TOO STUBBORN TO DIE. And Moony is soooo in there with him.

“There goes the bravest man on two worlds.” Truer words have never been spoken. He might be the most stubborn as well. 

SCROOGE, YOU CALLOUS CORKSCREW DICK! YOU ARE PROBABLY THE CAUSE OF 90% OF THAT ANGER. YOU SHOULD PAY.

“Because he loves us.” I’M NOT CRYING, YOU’RE CRYING!

Y’all were SO CLOSE!

The look Scrooge gets when he’s listening to Donald’s message, he KNOWS something is up.

Donald is off to Canada (old SU meme is old.

Seriously though, Scrooge is kind of a prick in this episode. He brushes off a lot of stuff about Donald, like the therapy. I hope this is leading to something like Grunkle Stan and Dipper, that Scrooge is hard on Donald because he sees a lot of himself in his nephew. Both have anger issues and both have unique speech pattern. I’m sure Scrooge has dealt with people not being understand him due to his accent many times.

I like that they didn’t make a joke out of Donald receiving therapy. If this were an “adult” show, the show/characters would probably mock Donald for going. But here it’s presented as a good thing and that Donald is mature and a good person for reaching out for help. The fact that he did it to be a better parent...SO PURE AND WHOLESOME. DONALD IS BEST DAD! 

[yodawgiherd]

Bit Tied Up at the Moment

Rating: E

>>>Read on AO3<<<

A/N: First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for the recent feedback I've gotten, all the kudos/comments/asks, stuff like that. I know that I sound a bit like a broken record at this point, but I really do appreciate every single one, and probably wouldn't be here without them by now. So thank you! This chapter was created in the span of about two weeks, and since I kept adding tidbits here and there, it in the end stretched over 10k words. Life is fun sometimes. If a (way too) long smut with (unnecessary) buildup, is your thing, then enjoy!

In other news, I'm leaving for about two weeks today, so I won't be much around social media while getting the much-needed fresh air. Keep being awesome while I'm gone! And see you guys after.

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Sometimes, it’s important to take a step back and look at the bigger picture, realize what choices and paths were taken in order to get where you are today. Retrospective helps, after all. Having nothing better to do, in the situation she found herself in, incapacitated as she was, Mikasa took a moment to reminisce and do just that. So how does one get naked, well almost, tied to the bed, so tightly that she couldn’t move a muscle, blindfolded, and with her boyfriend doing god knows what devilry just a few feet away, only heightening the tension that was already thick in the air. She tried adjusting her position a bit, but was unable to, as the cuffs held her really, really fast, her own fault, since she was the one urging Eren to tighten her bindings because she’s a strong independent woman, isn’t she?

“C’ mon, I can handle it.”, she said back then, full of confidence, frowning at him.

Eren, who with his hair hanging around his face did look so hot that Mikasa would most likely just jump him if she wasn’t restrained, was unsure, however, reaching over to smooth a strand of raven hair from her face, a feat she was unable to do by herself anymore, as her hands were tied.

“Really?”

She snorted.

“Totally. This isn’t our first time doing it, not by far, so go ahead and pull those bad boys as tight as you can.”

Shaking his head, he fulfilled her wish, albeit his fingers still swept over her wrists and ankles both, making sure that he isn’t cutting into her blood circulation. A feat that was virtually impossible with the type of binding they were using, but Mikasa appreciated the sentiment, nonetheless.

“Right then.”, moving over to stand next to where her head was, Eren pulled out the blindfold from the back pocket of his jeans, smiling down at his helpless, and very excited, victim. “I need to finish some things up, and don’t want you peeking. Ready to go blind?”

As ever.

“Bring it on.”

It wasn’t long since the world went dark, just about five minutes, but every second felt like an hour. Mikasa was definitely looking forward whatever Eren was cooking up, and patience regarding her sexual satisfaction was never her strong suit in the first place, a fact that her lover just loved abusing. Well, nothing she could do now. At least the bindings didn’t bite into her skin since the leather was nicely soft, and she was wearing both gloves and stockings to protect her to a degree anyway, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t secure. Rolling her eyes up to look at the ceiling, or rather somewhere where she assumed the ceiling was, as the blindfold worked perfectly and the only thing she could see was absolute darkness.

So, where did this all begin?

In the morning, of course. Mikasa woke up all nice and rested, rolling over to be met with the radiant green gaze she adored. Eren gave her a smile, head propped on an elbow, giving her all sorts of sinful thoughts first thing in the morning. Bad influence, really. On his part, Eren wasn’t faring much better, having trouble getting his brain to work at all. Eren always thought of himself as a rather clever person, but Mikasa could just make him lose his head on a moment’s notice, such magical was the hold she had on him and his cognitive abilities. She was looking as beautiful as always, but in addition to that, she was sporting the cutest bedhead ever, making him feel like looking at her equaled staring right into the sun. That bedhead was honestly part of the reason why he loved watching her wake up every morning he could, that thing should be illegal. The way her hair stood all around her face, giving her a little halo of her own, did resemble the sun. His own perfect star, one he was so lucky to have.

“Slept well?”, he asked, doing his best to snap out of the admiration trance.

“It was okay. Much better than a few days back, when I woke up in the middle of the night once, feeling like someone was choking me.”

His grin got wider.

“Choking you, huh?”

“Ass.”, reaching over, she poked him in the chest, “Not the good kind you do, the one that’s done by someone actually trying to hurt you.”

Seeing him still snickering, her frown deepened.

“Was probably just you snoring that woke me anyway.”

“I don’t snore!”

“Sure you don’t.”

Sticking out the tip of her tongue at him, Mikasa felt rightfully avenged and sat up to stretch her sleep-sore muscles, still feeling Eren’s eyes on her body. Not much of a surprise, as they ogled each other rather often, but it took some time getting used to. At the early stages of their relationship, when either of them caught the other during it they usually blushed like crazy and looked right away. Now, however, when she met Eren’s gaze, he just winked at her knowingly.

“Planning something today?”

She shook her head.

“Not anything special, no. Wanted to go for a run, but in this heat, I think I'll just take the bike down to Levi’s gym, use the treadmill there. Don’t wanna cook myself.”, she narrowed her eyes at him, “Why are you asking?”

“I wanted to go shopping today, so I was wondering if you’d like to join me.”, Eren shrugged, “But it’s fine if you don’t feel like it.”

“Please, why wouldn’t I want to spend time with you? I’ll gladly go.”, getting up from the bed, she turned back towards him, “When are we leaving?”

“Someone’s full of energy.”, following her example, he got up himself, as he had to anyway, “I got a meeting scheduled, one I don’t wanna miss, so how about I’ll go attend it, you can go for your treadmill run, and we meet up later?”

A good plan, one Mikasa could get behind. Breakfast later, some delicious sandwiches that they made together, she was speeding her bike down the road to the gym, the sun climbing to its peak over her head. Levi’s grumpiness was just about fifty percent of the usual levels, for some reason, so it was also a delight to interact with her lovely brother. Meanwhile, Eren had his own problems on the other side of the town.

“I did look over the plans, but I still need a bit more time to figure things out.”, Zackly said, giving him an apologetic smile. “Got the other stuff you wanted though, even with the adjustments.”

Reaching under the counter, he pulled out a large box, sliding it over to Eren, who immediately opened it, inspecting the contents. Picking up one weird looking toy, he arched an eyebrow at it.

“How does this thing even work?”

The shop owner shrugged.

“Not sure, but there’s a manual included with everything. You can pick up on some light reading.”

“Will do.”

Chuckling, Eren closed the box, satisfied. He nodded at Zackly.

“Let me know when you get the time to finish the drafts, okay?”

“If the wife lets me. She’s always like, Darius, why don’t you spend more time with your family? Darius, you know that we had the reservation! Stuff like that.”, he sighed, “The worst thing is, I know that she’s right.”

“Women tend to do that, most of the time.”, reaching over the counter, Eren put a supportive hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Hang in there buddy.”

“I’ll do my best. See you Eren, have fun with the new toys.”

“Oh don’t you worry about that, we most certainly will.”

With the last wave, he was out of the door, just in time for Zackly’s phone to begin ringing. Checking the screen, he was not surprised in the least to see his wife’s name there. Ah shit, here we go again. Picking up, he steeled himself for another barrage that was sure to follow.

Finding Eren in the mall was easy enough. Sneaking up on him was a bit harder, but Mikasa managed nonetheless, jumping on her prey and covering his eyes with her hands, grinning victoriously.

“Guess who?”

Eren staggered but didn’t fall, much to his credit.

“Oof, such a strong grip, there’s only one person in the whole world that has it.”, he faked a surprised gasp, “Jean, I told you that we must keep our love secret! If Mikasa finds out she’s going to kill us both!”

Gasping herself, she took a step back, putting her hands on her hips and watching her fiancé turn around with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Really? Jean? You’d really compare me to someone you dislike so much?”

“I do not dislike him. Jean Kirstein is my very good friend, as I was ordered to stop fighting with him by my beautiful, not intimidating or scary in the least, girlfriend. Therefore, in order to keep my body intact, we are best buds.”

“Of course, until one of you gets the five-year-old fit again, and you are back to being mortal enemies for a week.”

Eren just shrugged.

“It’s nice having a rival.”

“Rival in what exactly?”, Mikasa shook her head, not understanding the relationship those two dorks had at all, “Really, you make your life sound like some Japanese anime.”

“Must be your influence, you are the only representative of the hentai master race in my life.”

“You know what? I’m not even going to answer that. Now let’s do some actual shopping before I bite your head off.”

As it is important to keep your head, Eren had no complaints about her order. Neither of them was really much of a shopaholic, but it was fun to just spend the time together, and Mikasa did pick up a few things that caught her eye.

“Swimming trunks?”, she arched an eyebrow at Eren, who was going through the collection and trying to find a pattern he liked. “Don’t you have some already?”

“I used to.”, he explained, “But you tore them during our last holiday. Don’t remember?”

“Oh, those…”, she did remember, the memory bringing a bit of color into her cheeks. Damn, but that was a good time. They went to some tropical island in the Pacific and It was the first time she got to see the ocean, with her own eyes, in all its glory, the endless waves and salty water scaring her at the start, but it slowly crept under her skin, and before she realized it Mikasa was already missing that big blue thing. Eren also used to make fun of her for the sound she made when the water first touched her feet, the “Eeek!” being apparently so adorable that it etched into his brain. They should go again, sometime soon.

As she had a brand new bikini herself, Mikasa set off to find something she was missing, or rather desired, leaving Eren to ponder his choice of new swimwear. A dress, some sandals, and even a new pair of fingerless padded gloves for her workouts. It was in the shop where she found these, a sport-oriented one, that the interesting thing happened. Coming back after paying for the gloves, Mikasa found Eren staring at the wall, a thing that he usually didn’t do, as far as she knew. Not sure what this was about, she tapped him on the shoulder, getting his attention with a raised eyebrow.

“What are you doing?”

“Me? Just staring at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”, he answered, swinging his vision back towards the wall, “How can she be so cute, just look at her.”

Mentally preparing for whatever joke this was supposed to be, she followed his eyes with her own, only to find herself staring at nothing else but herself. Well, a rather large version that is. Plastered all over the wall, there was a photo of her, the upper half of her body to be exact, dressed in her workout attire and staring forward with a determined expression, photographed in the middle of tightening one of her gloves. That wasn’t all. Just a few meters to the left, she was shown stretching her arm, a faint smile on her lips. Apparently, Mikasa Ackerman was the shop’s flavor of the month.

“So pretty…”, Eren sighed next to her, the smile on his face suggesting just how much he was enjoying the situation.

Mikasa had no idea what to say. She knew that the photos of her taken at the studio are obviously going somewhere, and she saw a number of magazines with herself already, but this was the first time that she witnessed anyone putting her on the wall as a decoration. It was surely flattering, but also kinda weird, looking at yourself, and Mikasa found herself rather flustered, especially with Eren snickering right next to her. Well then, let’s see how he likes having the game turned around.

“Would you look at that.”, she said, “How many people do you think sees this daily?”

“Ehm, I dunno… A few hundred?”, Eren looked around, “It’s a big shop.”

“Hundreds of people, staring at my body, day by day…”, Mikasa clicked her tongue, “That’s a lot, isn’t it?”

Eren’s eyes narrowed as he watched her.

“What are you implying, exactly?”

“Nothing.”, Mikasa’s smile was the essence of innocence, “But look, you can see the line of my back on the picture, the one that you say you love so much. And here, there’s the beginning of my abs. You know, I wonder, do other people also look at me and think how it would feel to run their hands over those things? To kiss them maybe?”

“I know exactly what you’re trying to do, you’re trying to make me jealous.”, Eren whispered, voice dropping an octave lower, “But you can’t, it’s just a picture,”, reaching out, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling Mikasa much closer than before,  “I have the real thing.”

“Of course, just a picture, nothing else.”, she agreed readily, “But there’s so many of them, all the magazines and stuff, you think anyone ever did the good old one-two to them?”

The grip on her waist tightened.

“Did you just make me imagine someone masturbating to your photos babe?”, Eren growled right into her ear, the vibrations seeming to travel right through her spine.

“What if I did?”, she whispered right back, defiant.

“Then I suggest we should pack it up and go home. I have some….hmm.. training to do.”

Bingo.

“Then we better go, wouldn’t want you to miss that.”

Done with talking, Eren grabbed a hold of her hand, definitely a bit more firm than usual, and set a brisk pace back towards the car, jaw clenched. Matching his tempo, Mikasa couldn’t help but feel the anticipation inside her rising, because as worked up as he was, whatever he was about to do to her, it should be pretty damn worth it. Bless whoever decided that her face is the best option for that sportswear shop’s wall, really.

Even the drive home was a tease, since Eren kept one hand on Mikasa’s knee, all possessive suddenly, playing with the hem of her skirt but never actually dipping his finger underneath it. It wasn’t until they parked in the garage that she noticed the rather large box he pulled out of the trunk, giving her a pause.

“What’s that?”, she wanted to know, not sure if he perhaps bought something for himself when she wasn’t looking, because she couldn’t remember seeing this box before.

“A surprise.”, was all Eren offered, not bothering to explain it any further before once again taking hold of her hand and pulling the raven inside.

Whatever the magic box was, Eren just took it upstairs, acting like nothing happened, save for the all-knowing smirk that was driving Mikasa nuts. Only after everything they bought was properly put away, he did take her to the bedroom, where the thing was sitting on the dresser, all innocent-like.

“You’re probably wondering what I got for you in the small box of wonders.”, Eren pointed at the mystery-shrouded object, “Don’t you?”

Honestly, she was totally on the edge of her imaginative seat, but he didn’t need to know that now, did he. Doing her best to appear indifferent, she just shrugged.

“A little bit.”, Mikasa admitted, playing it cool. “And the box isn’t really small, it’s pretty big.”

But judging from Eren’s expression, he saw right through her.

“Good point. Anyway, I’ll need you to close your eyes for me love, no peeking. It would spoil the surprise.”

Rolling her eyes about the in her opinion completely unnecessary dramatic flair, she did as he asked, hiding her grey orbs behind their respective lids.

“There. Happy?”

A kiss appeared on her cheek, right on her scar.

“Very much so, thank you babe.”

Eyes closed, Mikasa was left to tap her foot impatiently while Eren rummaged in the admittedly big box of wonders, looking for something. Apparently finding it, he came closer, the desire in her to cheat and crack an eye open increasing with every step he took. But she held herself back and was rewarded with her lover reaching up to wrap something around her neck, the gentle hug of leather very familiar on her skin.

“All right, you can look.”

But opening her eyes, Mikasa couldn’t really see any change, apart from his grin growing wider, because whatever he gave her was firmly holding on her throat, out of the view. It was easy to guess that it was a collar, as she had vast experience with having one, but what was so special about it? It took Eren about ten seconds before he realized that she actually can't see whatever the improvement was, and as soon as he did he stepped aside, letting her approach the full-length mirror they had in the bedroom, finally letting her inspect the new piece she received.

It did look similar to those that they already had, but there were some obvious differences. The most obvious ones were the letters, made in silvery metal, at the front of the thing, spelling nothing else but her own name. They were big, the kind that was attached one by one, taking up most of the space there, save for the ring to attach the leash to, in between the K and A in Mikasa. Another thing she noticed, there was no adjusting this collar, it had only one buckle, and sat perfectly on her neck, which meant that it was made specifically for her, as the name would have suggested anyway.

“What do you think?”

“What do I think?”, she repeated Eren’s question, fingers running over the cool metal of the letters, which felt really pleasurable to the touch, “What else would I think, other than I love it! It’s amazing!”

“Really?”, Eren could feel a bit of weight falling from his shoulder, as he was rather unsure if she would actually appreciate this. He didn’t know if having a personalized collar was Mikasa’s thing, and couldn’t really ask without spoiling the surprise, but was glad that she liked it. He did have another one ready, if she didn’t, one that spelled Kitten instead of her name, a bit more neutral in Eren’s opinion and not that different, as both words had six letters, but if she liked this one, the other could very well wait. After all, he was the one who gave her the choking dreams, caused by him doing his best to measure her neck, as gently as he could without waking her up because as Darius said, the numbers needed to be exact if he wanted the collar to fit perfectly. But seeing her as happy as she was with the gift, it was totally worth it, and also the time to strike the iron while it was hot.

“I got some other pieces that go well with the collar.”, Eren offered, “Not that I’m any kind of fashion specialist, unlike you, but…

“Just show me.”, she interrupted him, impatient for once. But Eren was having none of it.

“Not yet, first we have to take care of a certain pressing matter. Your rude teasing at the mall.”

“Ow, come now, you’re not going to be upset about such a little thing, are you?”

“Upset? No, not at all…”, the predatory smile that he had, Mikasa knew that one very well, “But I do believe that you were a bad, bad girl, so I need to discipline you. Punishment is in order.”

Punishment? For what? A few words? Hardly fair, yet she was not in the mood to argue about it, especially now that she got a shiny new collar, just setting the mood for a little bit of bottoming on her part.

“If you think that It will help….”, she let the end of the sentence hang in the air, letting Eren take the lead, just as he wanted. Crossing the distance to the bed, he sat down, motioning for her to come over.

“I think that I’ll go with some classic, no need to be creative right off the bat.”, seeing her nod, as Mikasa was on board with anything really, Eren continued, “A spanking should do you good.”

Mikasa was not spanked as a child, as Levi never touched her, so the whole concept still seemed a bit alien to her, but she wouldn’t complain. Eren, on the other hand, received his healthy dose during childhood, the unruly child that he was before his father’s demise, often leaving Carla no other option. Now was not the time to think about that, however, as this spank was not much about the punishment, but more about the fact that they both enjoyed it. Taking Mikasa’s hand in hers and guiding her to lay across his lap, so he would have easy access to the area of intended disciplinary action, Eren pulled up her skirt, exposing that perfectly toned ass that he simply adored.

“How many slaps do you think are an adequate punishment?”

“None?” , Mikasa tried, looking at him over her shoulder.

“For such a brat like you? Nah, that won’t do.”

“One then?”

“I think I’ll make it ten. With you counting, of course.”

Removing her underwear, as it would dampen the impact, not because he just enjoyed having her naked, totally, Eren raised his hand, looking down at his victim.

“Ready?”

She nodded.

“Bring it on.”

The slap was way harder than she anticipated, making Mikasa cry out. Eren was not holding back, that was for sure. Yet as always, beneath the pain there was the pleasure she craved, seeping into her lower belly, making the situation actually enjoyable, despite the sting.

“One.”, she counted as ordered.

The ten hits were slow, hard, and smartly placed, as Eren had quite an experience with disciplining her. Exactly the way Mikasa enjoyed. By the time they got to the last one, she had tears in her eyes, not bothering to hold her cries in. There really was no need to do that. With the punishment done, her ass stung like hell, red from the beating, but Eren did let her stand up, not breaking his word. Back on her feet, Mikasa wiped the tears away, waiting for whatever was about to follow, pleasurably sore in the right places. And the night was only starting.

With that out of the way, it was time to move on. Pulling out the harness he got, Eren handed it over to Mikasa, who stared at it with a question in her teary eyes.

“What’s this for?”

“It’s for you.”, Eren pointed out, “To wear.”

Inspecting the individual parts, connected to each other, it finally seemed to click for her, yet she remained unconvinced.

“Wear? But it’s just leather belts, it doesn’t cover anything.”

Eren couldn’t help but smile.

“Isn’t that kind of the point?”

Agreeing that he was right, Mikasa shed her normal clothes, everything save for the new collar, and with Eren’s help managed to put the thing on. It was a bit confusing at the what goes where part, but they made it, so she was left to inspect herself in the mirror, frowning. It was weird. While the black leather looked good in contrast with her porcelain skin, the fact that the harness was literally just belts did look a bit goofy. It framed her breasts, went down around her stomach and ended up at the top of Mikasa’s thighs, not hiding anything from view. Really, not a thing, which meant that Eren did notice that little change on her body she did recently.

“You shaved?”, noticing the lack of the usually trimmed stripe of hair she kept above her most private region, one he was quite acquainted with.

“Yes. You mind?”

Eren snorted.

“Not really no. As far as I’m concerned, you can shave what you want baby, and life is change.”

Taking a step back Eren looked her up and down, nodding to himself.

“Looks good.”

Well sure, the harness did fit with the collar, but they were both black leather, so it wasn’t that much of a miraculous surprise. Other than that, she just still felt… naked, albeit it was no problem as only Eren was in the room, but still. He must have noticed her scrunched nose because he was quick to continue.

“However, we can make it even better.”

“With what?”

“Wardrobe like yours, I’ll find something.”, not discouraged, Eren did a quick sweep of her stuff, and soon returned with two more articles of clothing. The stockings and elbow-long gloves, both made from latex, black, of course, stuff she usually wore for her nurse roleplay.

“Let me help.”, Eren offered, knowing that the stockings especially were a bit of pain to put on, tight as hell, although the way Mikasa looked while wearing them made it totally worth it, “Sit down on your beautiful ass and give me your right leg if you please.”

More than happy with his assistance, she did as told, carefully as her butt still stung, extending her right leg, which Eren took a gentle hold of.

“Black toenails.”, he observed, pressing a playful kiss to the instep, “Classic.”

“This makes me feel like in that one fairytale.”, Mikasa said, watching as he began rolling the dark flexible material over her toes and up.

“Indeed, you are my fetish Cinderella.”, snapping the top of the stocking against her upper thigh Eren nodded to himself again, satisfied with both his work and the sound that action made.

“Which would make you a Prince Charming then.”, she sighed, extending her other leg as Eren was done with the first one, “Not sure that I’m happy with that.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Legs done, he helped her with the gloves too, and now most of Mikasa’s body was covered in black, much to her satisfaction. It is the best color, after all, one that most of the stuff she likes has, like night, darkness, or dark chocolate. And it’s shiny too. Picking up two pairs of cuffs after, Eren attached one to each of her wrists and ankles, an action she didn’t question as she was fully expecting to be tied up at some later point of the evening.

“Feedback?”

Mikasa rolled her shoulders, stretched her legs, feeling the tight confines of the latex, searching for any discomfort that she could report to her clothing assistant.

“The harness feels a bit loose.”, she admitted, “Especially in contrast to the other things.”

“No worries, I’ll fix it.”

Reaching behind her, Eren played with the buckles a bit, and Mikasa could feel the way the belts tightened, most noticeable on the ones on her chest, which were now squeezing her breasts from the sides. It felt pretty good; all things considered.

“Better?”

“A lot.”

Okay, now she was squeezed on all sides, and the outfit wasn’t bad, far from it, but still, she didn’t feel completely sold at it. Definitely not as much as Eren, who was having his expression of “I could die now, and I’d go as a happy man”. Turning and twisting, she did try to see herself from his point of view but came up short. The whole thing just felt like a discount catsuit, without the heels and the material in the middle, although she might be a bit biased on that matter as she totally loved the catsuit, to date a favorite part of her wardrobe. It was just like being tied up in the shibari way, an activity that Eren got rather skilled in as he had plenty of practice, only instead of ropes it was leather belts, that was about it.

“You still don’t get it, do you.”, Eren spoke up, sensing her doubts once more. He was kinda good at that, after all their time together. Coming to stand behind Mikasa, he gently directed her body until she was full on facing the mirror, with him in the background, not much more than a shadow.

“I’ll make you see.”, he whispered, “I’ll show you just how beautiful you are like this, how perfect, no one else in the world looks so great like you do right now.”

“Please I…”

“Shush, just listen.”, Eren interrupted her, “Look into the mirror, and I want you to really see yourself, your body, take in every detail, every curve, every inch.”, his hands dropped to her waist and below, caressing the upper part of her thighs left uncovered by the stockings, “Your legs, so amazingly long and shaped, made even better by how tightly encased they are, making those facts stand out for anyone who would care to look.”, fingers moving up, Eren began making small circles on Mikasa’s hipbones, while in the same time the tone of his voice moved down, becoming the raspy whisper she heard him using only during times like these, “And above them, what do we have? Your hips, the curve of them just breathtaking, only topped by the one of your ass, but I got that thing naked and pressed right against me right now, so you’ll understand that I’m not giving that feeling up to show you. “, moving up again, this time his fingers were tracing the shapes of her stomach muscles, “Now do I even have to tell you just how otherworldly those are? I feel like I’m repeating myself, but the facts stand. No one in the world has a sexier stomach than you baby. No one.”

Normally, Mikasa would most likely protest against such cheesiness, tell him to shut up or something, but what was the point of doing that right now? All Eren wanted to do was make her feel beautiful, appreciated, and he was fulfilling that goal rather efficiently. The warm and fuzzy feeling was spreading from underneath her belly to the whole body, as she relaxed into his arms, letting her head fall back on Eren’s shoulder, watching herself as instructed through half-lidded eyes. You know what, maybe this outfit wasn’t that bad after all. Meanwhile, Eren’s fingers moved again, this time to her chest, playing with the supple flesh.

“And those puppies, literally the cutest breasts possible.”, circling her understandably aroused nipples, he sighed in delight as she moaned, his trained touch rather pleasurable, “Just the right size to fit in my hands, perky, firm, and so perfectly sensitive, I adore them.”

Eren used to get lost in just doing this, touching this fascinating area of Mikasa’s body, and for some reason, he never seemed to grow bored of the activity. Must be the male genes and their eternal love for boobs. But right now, he had a plan, so reluctantly abandoning her chest, his hands moved upwards once more.

“You have a really nice neck, graceful, but I’ll admit that I do like it collared much more.”, Eren’s long fingers wrapped around her throat, not squeezing, just taking more of a dominant hold on her body, “Gives it a nice touch. And now that you have a personal one, you don’t even have to take it off, do you?”

It was obviously a question meant for her, yet it took Mikasa a few seconds to understand that, her mind in quite a different place right now. Swallowing to get some moisture to her throat, she could feel the leather a bit firmer now, reminder that it was there.

“No sir.”, she finally managed to whisper back, an answer that seemed to please him.

“That’s my kitten. My beautiful, perfect kitten. You have no idea how much I love you baby.”

Now all this talk about love was great and all, but what about some physical love? Eren was groping her for some time now, and it had certain effects on her, mostly manifested by a thin sheen of sweat on her skin and increased wetness between her legs. Honestly, she was just an inch away from touching herself, hands twitching where they were at her sides, a fact that didn’t escape Eren’s eyes, as he could be really observant if he wanted to.

“Sir, I..”, she tried pleading, only to be cut off again.

“Not yet Miki, let me finish first. Then I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

With a sigh, she nodded, forcing her hands to remain idle, while his repositioned again, touching her face.

“You know, I think that I just lied to you. I said that your breasts are the cutest things in the world, but now that I think about it, your face might be even cuter. Just seeing it makes me so happy I could burst.”, he began touching her individual features, one by one, “Your almond shaped eyes, tiny nose, pouty lips, those shiny strands of midnight hair, everything together and set in the canvas of the snow white skin…. How could someone see it and not fall for you on the spot?”

A good question, one that neither of them had the time or will to ponder right now.

“One last thing I want to show you.”, Eren continued, “But first I need to make sure that you won’t misbehave.”

Demonstrating one of many uses of the harness she was wearing right now, Eren took hold of her hands and simply used the cuff’s metal clips to click them closed around the small circles that connected the harness together, in the place where Mikasa’s legs met her body. Just like that, so simply, her hands were tied to her upper thighs, just below her waist. And he was left to work in peace. Moving his own hands again, one went back up to Mikasa’s throat, keeping her head straight, while the other dipped its fingers into her mouth.

“Suck.”, he ordered, and she obeyed, treating those digits as if they were a certain other part of Eren’s body, one that was getting harder and harder to ignore for him, straining in the confines of his pants against the so beautifully reddened flesh of Mikasa’s bare ass, “You remember how many times I told you that the face you make while coming is totally adorable? Well, it’s time you see it for yourself.”

With that, he pulled them out, moving down over all the previously caressed areas of her body, until he reached his destination between her legs, tracing the wet slit with the tips of his equally moisturized fingers.

“I want you to see everything, so don’t close your eyes.”, he whispered into her ear, and dipped in, easily pushing past the entrance and inside her, enjoying the moan she let out.

“It’s embarrassing to think that while I so nicely described everything I love about you,”, Eren continued in the low growl, his voice almost feverish, “that I would forget about your pussy.”, spreading her open, the pink lips glistening, he went on, “So pretty, just like the rest of you, but real beauty comes when I’m inside you. Nothing else in the world would feel like you do. The heat, the tightness, the strength you have down there.”, Eren’s fingers were increasing in tempo, while his palm began rubbing Mikasa’s swollen clit, the way of pleasuring her she enjoyed the most and the one he perfected over countless tries. It was hard to keep her eyes open through it all, but she fought back against the instincts that were telling her to close them and enjoy the show, knowing that Eren was watching her every move. The hands that were tied to her sides clenched, the cuffs rattling a bit as she began shaking, all her muscles wounding tighter in preparation of what was about to come. In the same time, the hand around her throat did finally apply its gentle chokehold, the one that restricted her already labored breathing into nothing more than a trickle, while at the same time Eren kept one fingertip on Mikasa’s pulse, to know exactly when to ease the pressure and allow the air back in.

“When you orgasm while I’m inside you, the way you squeeze and massage my whole length, there is not a better feeling in this whole fucking universe.”, faster still, the wet sounds of his fingers filled her ears while her vision began going white from the pleasure and black from the lack of oxygen at the same time, and she was fucking close, so close…

And still, Eren wouldn’t stop monologuing.

“And you know what the best thing is? That whole package, the amazing, cute, breathtaking, beautiful badass woman is mine, no one else gets to see you like this, no one else gets to do this to you.”, he chuckled darkly into her hair, the expert movements of his hand keeping her on the brink, “You’re mine, Miki, just mine, am I right?”

“Yes… Yours…”, she gasped when his fingers shoved deep, making her see stars, but still, her mind wouldn’t allow her to come.

“Eren please!”, she cried out.

“Come for me baby.”, was the last push she needed, letting go upon hearing the order. Gasping, her body trembling, she almost disobeyed and closed her eyes, but Eren’s hand on her throat forced her to keep watching her own face, as her mouth fell open, cheeks boiling red, struggling to keep breathing from the force of it all. Eren was basically the only thing holding her upright now, as her bones felt like jelly and it didn’t help that she had a latex at the bottom of her feet now, the material not offering much traction.

“You okay?”, Eren asked after giving her some time to recover, getting a nod in reply. After he freed her hands, Mikasa straightened, forcing her legs to bear her weight once more, an impressive feat for her right now.

“I hope you realize that we are far from done baby, I didn’t dress you up like this just to finger you, no matter how enjoyable that is.”

Exactly what Mikasa was hoping to hear. As she was right now, however, her body would appreciate a small break, to recover and stuff, and there was a certain activity in her mind that would give her such pause while not halting the tempo of the night. It was only fair that she takes care of him now, anyway.

“Eren?”

“Yes kitten?”

“Want a blowjob?”

He blinked in surprise upon hearing that, as this was not exactly the way he imagined the evening would go.

“Ehm, you do realize that you are supposed to be the bottom here, right?”

“Yea, so what? Since when can’t subs suck dick? In my experience, they do it quite often.”

Fuck it, not like it would be the first time since Mikasa topped him from the bottom. Plus, he was not about to decline a freely offered blowjob, that would be just straight up stupid.

“All right but remember who’s in charge here, okay?”

“You, of course. Who else?”, with a smirk, Mikasa took hold of Eren’s hand, guiding him to sit down on the bed and kneeling in between his legs. Pulling his zipper down and letting Eren’s length spring free, Mikasa took a hold of the thing, intent on giving him some nice treatment for all the praise he showered her in. Luckily, her hands were free for once, and this activity was under her direction, Eren wasn’t just fucking her throat, a thing he seemed to enjoy doing lately. Despite the earlier proclamation, she was in charge now and intended to make good use of it.

Planting a string of playful kisses from the root to the tip, she began moving her hand, getting him nicely excited, but then denied him by moving her mouth down to the balls, attending that area. Eren groaned but didn’t comment on it, knowing that she was the expert here. Finally giving him what he craved, Mikasa enveloped the head inside her mouth, tracing the outline with the tip of her tongue, loving the sounds he made. As Eren needed to remind everyone present, himself mostly, that he’s actually the top here, he placed a hand in the thick of her hair, interlacing his fingers with the strands. Not trying to control her, she knew better, just showing his presence. It was cute, really.

Deciding that its high time to up her game, Mikasa began sinking lower and lower, relaxing her throat as always in anticipation to his considerable length being there. Unable to make it in one go anyway, she pulled back to breathe, replacing her mouth with a gloved hand for a moment, the latex sliding nicely along the spit-slick skin, moving up and down around his thick girth. Eren didn’t seem to mind. Diving back down, she tried again, and this time went as far as she could take him. Deepthroating him like this, to the limits, always resulted in having a sore throat the day after, but it was worth it for her, and Mikasa didn’t mind. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked, hard, enough for Eren’s body to begin clenching, a sign she knew very well. The orgasm was telegraphed, as usual, giving her time to prepare for it, pulling back just a bit to make the swallowing easier, and was soon rewarded for her efforts with the usual load inside her mouth. Not in the mood to stop, she continued with her vacuum seal special, selfishly sucking out everything he could give her, only releasing his suddenly soft member after he had nothing more. Her job here was done.

“Fuck… I’m really…”, Eren’s chest was heaving, as he was slowly getting his breathing back under control, struggling to speak, “You’re going to kill me with that mouth one day.”

Mikasa looked up, working the ache from her jaw.

“Would you mind dying like that?”

Leaning forward, Eren hooked a finger through the metal circle in her collar, pulling her face up to be close to his own.

“Not really, no.”

But when he tried kissing her, he was forced to edge back when she snarled and clacked her teeth at him, eyes full of playfulness. Her body recovered, and Mikasa was ready to go on with the fun.

“Aggressive huh? That’s all right, I have just the thing in mind for you.”

With a strong yank, he dragged her by the collar to the bed, rolling Mikasa on her back as he covered her body with his own, pressing down to keep her in check. This time, he managed to wrestle the kiss from her, tongues clashing as she was not willing to give up without a bit more fight from Eren’s side. But when she tried getting her hand into his hair, as it was always nice to pull during their makeout sessions, Mikasa was surprised to discover that he somehow managed to get her arm on the side, and connect the cuff she had on the wrist to the waiting restraints they had going under the mattress, a system installed about a year back and having so far an amazing performance. Normally they were kept hidden, but when you needed them, all you had to do was pull them out from under the bed, attach a cuff, and just like that you had a perfect way to tie someone up. Just like Mikasa was getting right now.

“Hey!”, she protested, the words falling on completely deaf ears, however, as Eren quickly took care of her other hand before turning to her legs, and no matter how hard she tried making it for him, he succeeded in restraining them too. Now she was tied to the bed, spread-eagle style, with Eren triumphantly stealing another kiss from her before standing up, leaving her like that. Sneaky bastard. Not that she minded, that is. The bindings were a bit too loose for her taste, however, so she looked up at him, requesting that he tighten them for her, as it was his role as a dom.

“C’ mon, I can handle it.”, she said, full of confidence, frowning at him.

Eren, who with his hair hanging around his face did look so hot that Mikasa would most likely just jump him if she wasn’t restrained, was unsure, however, reaching over to smooth a strand of raven hair from her face, a feat she was unable to do by herself anymore, as her hands were tied.

“Really?”

She snorted.

“Totally. This isn’t our first time doing it, not by far, so go ahead and pull those bad boys as tight as you can.”

Shaking his head, he fulfilled her wish, albeit his fingers still swept over her wrists and ankles both, making sure that he isn’t cutting into her blood circulation. A feat that was virtually impossible with the type of binding they were using, but Mikasa appreciated the sentiment, nonetheless.

“Right then.”, moving over to stand next to where her head was, Eren pulled out the blindfold from the back pocket of his jeans, smiling down at his helpless, and very excited, victim. “I need to finish some things up, and don’t want you peeking. Ready to go blind?”

As ever.

“Bring it on.”

To answer the question at the start in detail then, this was how she got into this position.

Just as Mikasa finished recalling the events of the day, Eren finally completed the aforementioned devilry, bringing his attention back to her.  She could feel his touch on her cheek, the gentle caress very much in contrast with her current situation.

“Hanging there kitten?”

She couldn’t help but smile, happy that he’s finally attending to her.

“More or less. Not sure how much more of this waiting I can take though.”

“No worries, I’m here to hook you up.”

The touch disappearing, Eren repositioned himself somewhere, but without her eyes, she couldn’t really track him.

“I think that I have to get all that aggression out of you, and there’s nothing better for that than a few vibrations to help you relax.”, as he was talking, his fingers found themselves between her spread open legs again, this time lubed up as Mikasa could judge from the coldness of them. After he prepared her, a thing entered her, shape she didn’t recognize, pushing itself right against her sweet spot. “As you probably noticed, I got some new toys for you. This one is supposed to stimulate both your clit and your g-spot at the same time, if you believe the advertisement, so it should be most enjoyable. You gotta tell me after.”

Just as she was about to ask if he was perhaps wanting to try it out himself, the fingers were back, this time invading her other entrance. Eren stretched her out, slowly and in no rush, and any words she wanted to say were lost in the moans he forced out of her. The anal plug he used was also a new one, but slid in readily, much to Eren’s joy. He had a good eye.

“Now that I have you so nicely plugged up, its time to take care of the puppies.”

Not even bothering to ask what he meant by that, as she had a pretty good idea, Mikasa was proved to be right as her nipples got clamped right after, making her grit her teeth. Those were tight. That done, Eren ordered her to open wide, pushing the rubber ball between her teeth, gagging her effectively, as he said that her sounds would distract him. From what, that was a mystery to Mikasa, but she was not in the position to negotiate. Just as she thought that everything is ready, Eren surprised her once again, plugging her ears with buds.

“There. And now, to turn everything on.”, came his muffled voice, from somewhere to the right.

“Action!”

First one to come alive was the vibrator, and it was a powerful one, forcing a whine from her throat, but Eren caught it even with her gagged, lowering the setting to a more relaxed one. Then the anal plug, vibrating in sync with the thing in her front, making Mikasa question just how long she can survive such an assault. And then the clamps joined in because apparently everything can vibrate nowadays. Her own moans, seeping through the gag, disappeared from her ears right after, as Eren turned the music in the buds on, a classical piece, and Mikasa was completely robbed of all her senses.

Sight? Gone, taken by the blindfold. Hearing? Gone, taken by the music. Taste? Gone, as the ball gag was effective for both speech and this. Smell? The only thing she could smell was her own sweat, right along with her building arousal, because the vibrators were damn good, Eren was not lying. And touch? She was tied, so tightly that she couldn’t move to touch anything in the first place, and even if she could, then the barrier of latex between her skin and the surface wouldn’t allow her to feel anything. In short, Mikasa was totally and utterly helpless. Subjected to complete sensory deprivation and she loved it, so fucking much.

At first, Eren didn’t have that much of a control over the situation, as the new toys were also a novelty for him, but he was a quick learner. Mikasa managed to come once, from all the stimulation given to her, moaning into the gag, while her body struggled uselessly against the restraints. But then, she was cut off. Getting the information he needed, her lover began his little controlling game, and as he was in possession of all the remotes for the toys, it wasn’t much of a fair play. Anytime she came close, he would lower the settings, denying her finish, but as soon as Mikasa began calming he would fire them up again, edging her. He was letting her cook in her own sweat, slowly, most likely very much enjoying the situation. Eren didn’t even have to touch her to get Mikasa to be this desperate. The technology is really astounding these days.

If the seconds felt like hours before, now they were millennia, stretching endlessly. Lost in her universe of darkness, Mikasa couldn’t do anything to make it stop, couldn’t even beg, gagged as she was, couldn’t throw a pleading look Eren’s way, the blindfold robbing her of such possibility. Writhing around on the bed as much as she could, which wasn’t a lot given the bindings, she tried everything to help herself, but it was for nothing. Her legs were forced open, and the machines were indifferent to her struggle, vibrating against her weak spots exactly as Eren wanted them to. It wasn’t just the ruthless machinery, but also the things she wore, the unnatural tightness she felt on hands, legs, and distributed by the belts all over her body because of the harness only making the overall experience more intense. It restrained her movement, just as the bindings did, not to mention the way her breasts were squeezed anytime her body jolted, muscles reacting to the vibrating torture.

Weeks must have passed in the outside world, while she was trapped here, lost in the sensations. With no way to measure time, all she could do endure it, and while she knew, deep down, that Eren would never keep her tied for so long, the knowledge didn’t mean much when it felt like years. Finally, after centuries, one of the buds disappeared from her ear, Eren’s voice coming in instead.

“How do you feel? Ready to be a good girl?”

Mikasa couldn’t have nodded faster. Getting edged was fun and all, but it was the release at the end that really sold it, and she was yet to receive that.

“All right then, time for your reward.”

With that, Eren tuned the machines to a higher setting and sat back to enjoy the show, letting nature run its intended course. It was quite a spectacle, seeing as her body began tightening from the front seat he had. The buildup Mikasa knew, but unlike before, Eren didn’t lower the vibrations, allowing them to push her over the edge, coming with a long drawn out moan that was damn adorable. He should set it as a ringtone. Happy, finished, Mikasa let out a laugh, muffled by the gag, feeling like she just ran a marathon and won it. And there still seemed to be another lap in front of her.

“See, I could let you out now.”, came Eren’s voice, “But you look like such a snack right now, I gotta have a taste.”

Still blindfolded, Mikasa could only guess that he just climbed on the bed between her legs, judging from the way the mattress dipped, and her guess was soon proven true. With great care, Eren removed the toys from her bottom half, but kept the nipple clamps on her, because why take it all away when you don’t need to. Mikasa wasn’t left to dread the loss of her fun for long, however.

It wouldn’t be Eren if he didn’t take this opportunity to tease her a little bit more, not just going straight at it as she wanted, but instead moved slow, kissing his way over her bound body. He spent some quality time attending Mikasa’s chained nipples, turning the clamps on and off, playing with the settings and honestly just having a blast, because it felt really funny while they were vibrating as he held them inside his mouth and sucked on them. Luckily, all she could do was squirm underneath him and make some noises of protest from behind the rubber ball inside her mouth. If she wasn’t gagged, he was sure that she would have some very choice words for him, so for the moment, it was better to keep her silent. Just as Mikasa was losing hope, her lover's mouth finally appeared where the vibrator used to be, tongue tracing patterns on her lower lips.

“You taste like desperation,”, he commented, “It’s delicious.”

The straps holding Mikasa’s legs loosened a little bit, still holding firm but allowing him to get into a better position, propping her bottom half up and moving his hungry mouth back towards the glistening prize. Eren’s nose bumped into her lower belly as he finally went to town, eating her dripping wetness out diligently and with great enthusiasm. Her clit, so nicely engorged, was easy to find and very inviting to suck on, an invitation which Eren gladly took. In the same time, his fingers found their place inside the tight heat of Mikasa’s ass, penetrating the loosened ring of muscles, as it would be basically a federal crime to leave it unattended. Switching it up after a time, Eren repositioned his fingers from the back to the front, and his mouth in the opposite direction, licking around the hole before dipping in. Let no one say that Eren Yeager doesn’t eat ass, especially so beautifully shaped one, and it also made Mikasa’s moans once again reach that desperate pitch and intensity, the top-shelf quality one, informing him that she was again close. No reason or intention to deny her, he allowed her to cum as she wanted, drinking in her juices, pulling back only after hearing the known sounds of oversensitivity and slight discomfort. Exactly as he expected, the snack was just perfect.

Mikasa was having trouble with getting her body back under control, after the two consecutive orgasms, chest heaving. She was tired, sure, but when Eren pulled the gag from her mouth and removed the blindfold from her eyes, just seeing him seemed to spark the coals inside her. He was just so damn hot, it was unreal. She wanted him, wanted him inside her, wanted him to fuck her, long and hard, wanted to feel him twitching inside her as he found his own finish, to hear the broken syllables of her name leaving his breathless lips. While Eren was just about ready to call it quits and move on to aftercare, the feelings inside her disagreed vehemently.

“Babe..”, she drawled out, making him look at her, “I want…” she giggled, “Sex.”

“Now?”

“Yep… But I want to be untied.”

“Not sure I can do that, I’m supposed to be the big bad dom, aren’t I?”

Good point, so Mikasa thought about it, in the speed of a snail, as her brain was quite done right now.

“All right, tie me up differently then.”

That being a compromise Eren was willing to take, he did untie her, flipping the giggling mess that Mikasa was on her stomach, pulling her arms behind her back and clicking the clips on her wrist cuffs together, effectively tying her hands. After that, Eren continued by bending her legs and tying her ankles to the belts on Mikasa’s upper thighs, so she was forced to balance just on her knees, nothing else. It was hard, made even harder by the latex stockings, and in the state she was in Mikasa would most likely fall, but he kept her up, which for some reason made her laugh even harder. Hormone overdose is no joke. Getting tied up and mounted raw from behind was not exactly on her agenda when she woke up, but it was among the best ways to spend your evening, so Mikasa was not complaining. The opposite, really.

When he finally entered her, for the first time that night, they both moaned in unison, because there was no feeling quite like this. Following her unspoken wish, as there was surely no need to get her ready, Eren began moving, picking up the pace until he was slamming his hips into hers, forcing out the sounds he loved so much. Mikasa’s pleasurable spots were so thoroughly vibrated and sucked through that she came almost immediately, taking another dive into her pools of orgasm, while Eren went on, riding her rhythmically, chasing his own release. Arm wrapped around her waist, the other firmly latched on her shoulder, Eren pulled her ass up while pressing her face into the soft mattress, getting a better angle, reaching deeper, and It was finally enough for him. With a groan, he emptied himself into her, coming to a stop, their bodies slowly calming together. However, before Eren could totally lose it, the sight of her ass, still red from the beating, did give him the taste for another round, so he squeezed Mikasa’s shoulder to get her attention. Would be a shame to leave such a perfectly cute ass unattended.

“You up for one last go?”

“Dunno.”, she murmured at him, face half squished into the bed, blinking lazily at him, tied hands opening and closing at the small of her back as she worked some life back into her fingers. Mikasa was at this point completely satisfied, libido depleted, but if he wanted to fuck her ass, she wasn't the kind of girl to stop him.

“Is your cock up for it?

Eren looked down, seeing that his tool was already half-hard again, prepared for a round two.

“I think he’ll manage.”

“If that’s the case, then let’s do it.”

Pushing past the muscle ring of Mikasa’s ass was always a unique experience, and while they were relaxed a bit by Eren’s previous efforts, it still took a generous amount of lube to make it work. Once inside, he moved much slower, not wanting to explode just a few strokes in, which was a hard goal considering what kind of beauty he had tied in front of him, sweaty and moaning in reaction to his actions. Yet everything must come to an end, and so did Eren’s reserves, finishing and slumping over Mikasa’s body, spent himself, done, finished. Anytime they were together, it was so unbelievably intense, it made Eren wonder if other lovers also felt that way. For their sake, he hoped that they did.

“How long did you edge me for?”, she wanted to know, after they regained the energy to strip her from all the leather and latex, finally get the damned clamps from her poor abused nipples, and get to the bathroom, where their favorite part of aftercare began, just lying in the tub with Mikasa on top of Eren, relaxing the tired bodies and half falling asleep. It was no surprise, as they did the same thing almost every time, but there was no need to change it. Mikasa liked the warmth, liked the skin-on-skin contact, liked being held and caressed after everything was done. So this was just perfect.

“Like five minutes.”

She pinched him.

“Liar.”

“All right, all right, geez you’re aggressive.”, Eren complained, massaging the stinging area, “It was a bit over half an hour, forty-five minutes or so, an hours tops. I was having a lot of fun with the toys.”

“Really? Felt like years to me…”

“That good huh? Seems like those were some great investments then.”

“Mhmm…”, Mikasa yawned, feeling her own body give out on her, the darkness closing in from all sides. She was just so damn tired.

“You know, those photos of you at the mall, it got me thinking.”, Eren did his best to keep the snickering in, “Maybe I should start my own brand of those. Just imagine, you, naked, tied to the bed with all the toys in place and turned on…”, he clicked his tongue, “Those would sell like hotcakes.”

“If you ever even try something like that,” she murmured back, voice dripping with poisoned honey, “I’ll strangle you in your sleep.”

“Hey, easy there killer, it’s just a joke!”

“For your own sake, It better be.”

Seeing Mikasa finally lose the fight with fatigue, Eren remained motionless, just stroking her hair and watching her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful, it was sometimes unreal to realize that while awake, this was one of the most dangerous fighters on this side of the ocean. Shaking his head, Eren chuckled, already looking forward to the morning.

Because this fighter, the one asleep on top of him, had the cutest bedhead of them all, one he was more than ready to experience all over again.

[ofsinnersandsaints]

only us

rating: E word count: 9197 AO3

Fjord was sitting in a back corner when Beau came over to sit beside him. She gave him an uncomfortably direct stare and bluntly asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Why does something have to be wrong?”

“Because you’re over here while everyone else is over there,” she gestured with her tankard to the rest of the Mighty Nein who were huddled around the front of the stage where mostly half naked men and women were dancing to what was objectively some very sexy music.

He thought of half a dozen lies and evasions, but he was too tired follow through with any of them. It had been a long ass week. “What can I say, Beau? This isn’t exactly my scene.”

“I can hang out here with you and we can get wasted,” she offered.

The side of Fjord’s lips lifted, “Nah, that’s fine. I know you’d rather be at the stage than back here with me.”

“I do want to be at the stage,” she admitted, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder and looking at him intently. “But you’re my friend, and if you want me to sacrifice a really great night with a really hot and limber chic, then I’ll do that for you.”

“I really don’t.”

“Awesome, I’ll send Jester over.”

Fjord tried to stop Beau, but she was too wily and slipped out of his grasp. “No, you don’t have to-She’s having her fun, leave her be.”

Beau ignored him and walked back up towards the stage, winding through more than a dozen tables filled will people. Fjord groaned as Beau whispered something to Jester, pointed at him, and then took Jester’s seat when she got up to make her way towards him.

“I told her not to do that,” Fjord assured Jester when she got close enough for her to hear.

“Oh, it’s okay. This gives me a chance to draw some of this,” she pulled out her journal from her backpack and the pen she used for sketching. “Besides, Beau says I’m a terrible wing man.”

He could understand that, “Sometimes when you talk someone up, it sounds like you’re hitting on them.”

“Maybe sometimes I am,” she said offhand as she flipped through the book to an empty page and began drawing figures, adding little details to their costumes. Fjord stared at her, a little thrown by her offhand comment. He’d always thought she was being nice all those times she’d complimented him…was there a chance she had been hitting on him all those times she’d talked him up? “Why are you back here?”

Fjord shifted back in his chair, looking away from Jester to the images she was forming with her fingers; it always amazed him how much talent she had. “I think this, uh, performance is meant for a different audience.”

“Like Beau?”

“Yeah, maybe Caleb.” Fjord looked up and over at the group. “Probably not Cad, but I think he just loves every new experience. He might not have any idea this entire thing is a choreographed seduction.”

“You’re not seduced?” Jester asked, looking up from her drawing.

“No, Jester, I’m not.” He watched the dancers for a moment and could understand what was supposed to be happening, and by the looks of the other audience members, what was happening for some. But for him? “It doesn’t work like that for me.”

She put her pen down and angled her body to face his. It was one of the things he adored about her, her complete willingness to give someone the entirety of her attention. More than once it had caught him by surprise, the intensity of it and the thrill of being-however temporarily-the center of her universe. “What doesn’t?”

“Uh,” he hadn’t really meant to admit that, but he felt so awkward here and Jester was someone he’d always felt comfortable with, and he wanted to keep her attention on him for just a little while longer. “You know how Beau is with women?”

“Like, how every time she meets someone who is hot she immediately wants to jump her?”

“Yeah, I’ve never gotten that feeling. I’ve never seen someone, man or woman, and immediately wanted them. So when I see something like this,” he waved at the stage, “I think it’s a cool dance, but it does nothing for me and I honestly don’t get the appeal.”

Jester studied him for a moment and he started feel awkward, maybe a little broken, and tried to make himself smaller. “I was always a little weird that way.”

“That’s not weird, Fjord.” She scooched her chair over to him, the wood making a terrible screeching sound beneath them. “Not everyone is built the same way.”

“Not according to my crew mates,” he told her and the hardness in his voice wasn’t directed at her. “Do you remember a few months back, I think it was around Hupperduke? I mentioned I’d only ever been with one person?”

“I remember,” Jester assured him.

“Well, that, uh, interaction hadn’t been my idea.”

“Your shipmates?” she guessed and there was no scorn or sarcasm on her face or in her voice. Just open compassion and interest, and it was that, more than anything physical, which made him want her the way he did.

Fjord eventually nodded and took another pull from his tankard. “They thought it would help, kind of a ‘you don’t know what you’re missing’ sort of thing, but it didn’t work the way I think it was supposed to because nothing changed for me.”

Jester was quiet for a moment before asking carefully, “Did you enjoy it?”

He thought about it seriously, because she’d asked earnestly. “It was all right? Like it wasn’t bad, but honestly, I didn’t get anything more out of it then I would have gotten on my own.”

His eyes widened, realizing what he’d said, but Jester was more comfortable about those sorts of things than he was and didn’t bat an eye. “I can understand that. I mean, I’ve never had sex but I’ve gotten myself off plenty of times and it was great. I wonder why they were so invested in your sex life, it seems like a weird thing for your friends to focus on.”

He shrugged, “I think it was because they didn’t understand it and neither did I. And you know, orcs have a reputation and the fact I was half orc without any of the rampant sexual craving was a curiosity. Then we’d get into port, go out for drinks, and they’d talk about how badly they needed a woman, if they were inclined that way. And I never had the need? Not like they seemed to anyway, and the way they talked about women…”

“Were they being jerks?” she asked, as if she was prepared to defend every woman on the planet from lascivious sailors.

“On occasion,” he allowed. “But mostly just talking about how sexy this woman was, how hot that one was, and I didn’t get it. Sure, they were beautiful but I didn’t feel that pull and they thought it was just a lack of opportunity? Lack of knowledge? That once I’d had sex it would click for me and I’d be the same as them. For a long time I didn’t understand what they were talking about.”

“Sexual attraction,” she filled in, propping her chin on her hand. “Never?”

“Uh,” Fjord shifted in the chair, picked up his drink and set it down again without drinking it. “The closest was for this lady I know. I thought she was pretty when I first met her, but I didn’t start to feel that sexual pull ‘til we’d known each other for a while.”

Jester scrunched up her nose, an instinctive reaction she quickly smoothed out. “Avantika.”

He stared at her for a while, not sure how she hadn’t realized his meaning. “No, not Avantika.”

She rolled her eyes, her posture relaxing again. “Then why’d you sleep with her?”

“Didn’t know how to say no?” he answered, but she didn’t look convinced. Fjord rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the tension between them before resting his arms on the table. “I thought maybe if I tried again it’d be different, because this time we shared something.”

“U’Kotoa?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s not the kind of thing that matters, Fjord.”

“I kno-“

“I mean, I wouldn’t jump a guy just because they followed the Traveler.”

He wasn’t mad at the interruption, sometimes the words couldn’t stay in her mouth. “I’ll remember that the next time we meet another follow of the water snake god. ‘Don’t have sex with them just because we’re tethered to the same being.’”

Jester nodded her approval and then leaned towards him. “So sex with Avantika wasn’t good, huh?”

Fjord snorted at her tone, “You don’t have to sound so smug about it.”

She smiled and they sat together, watching the craziness go on in the tavern as the dancing wrapped up. Beau went up to the tallest woman, a sturdy looking female who seemed exactly Beau’s type, and even from this distance Fjord could tell his friend was desperately hitting on the dancer.

He wished her all the luck.

“Who was it?” she asked after a few minutes had passed. He looked over at the question, raised an eyebrow because he didn’t know what she was asking about. “The woman you felt all sexy about, I mean.”

“Oh,” he looked away, focusing on his friends: Nott was stealing something from one of the dancers and Caleb was so buried in his book the room could explode and he wouldn’t notice. Gathering up his limited amount of courage he answered, “It’s you.”

When she didn’t say anything, which was so un-Jester-like, he started to feel a heavy sinking feeling in his gut. After counting to five he slowly turned his head to see Jester staring at him, her big eyes blinking at him slowly. “Me?”

“Yeah, Jester. You.”

She turned her head, her eyes not really focusing on anything and he let her work through whatever thoughts she had. Across the room someone screamed with excitement.

He probably could have timed this better.

“Oh. Well, same.”

“Yeah?” there was too much noise, he couldn’t be sure he’d heard her right.

“Yeah, Fjord,” she shrugged with one of her shoulders. “The only difference is your attraction took some time, and mine was pretty much immediate.”

Fjord shifted on his chair so he was facing her, their knees bumping against each other. “Immediate?”

“I saw you,” she said it like a confession. “Before we met.”

“I saw you, too. You were drawing a dick on the ship next to mine.”

Her grin was victorious. “That was the day I saw you too, when I was sneaking towards the ship. You were up on the deck ordering people around. You were very sweaty, and very hot.”

“Well, it was the middle of summer.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” He shrugged off the compliment, not sure what to do with it and picked up his drink. “Do you enjoy kissing?”

He sputtered into his drink, ninety percent sure she’d waited until he’d taken a swing to ask, just so she’d get a reaction. “Geeze, Jester.”

“It’s a fair question. If sex is boring, we could try making out. You’re the only person I’ve ever kissed so I wouldn’t know if you were bad at it.”

Fjord stared at her, counting to five before he trusted himself enough to speak. “It’s not that sex is boring, it’s just that I don’t need it. I hate to keep using Beau as an example of normal-“

“Average,” Jester interrupted.

“Huh?”

“People can be average, but no one is normal.”

She said it with such certainty he believed her without really understanding what she was saying. “How do you figure?”

“Well, because I think normal people have two parents, and Caleb probably thinks normal people don’t kill their parents, and Nott thinks normal people don’t collect buttons,” she waved her hand as she rattled off her examples. “Normal is nothing but a word to summarize all the things you wish to be but can never become. Normal isn’t real. So maybe you’re not average, Fjord, but why would you want to be?”

He was stunned for a couple of seconds, trying to catch up with a view point that was drastically changing by the millisecond. So if normal wasn’t a thing, and he simply wasn’t average, that was a good thing, wasn’t it? Being different was better than being abnormal.

“You still with me?” Jester asking, her voice all friendly teasing as she poked his shoulder.

“Yeah, I just think you blew my mind, Jester.”

“Cool,” she grinned. “But I didn’t mean to interrupt you, you were saying something about Beau being average.”

“Most people I know crave sex-“

“I do.”

“You do?” he asked, distracted by the admission, by the images it conjured up in his mind.

“Yeah. I just masturbate and it eases it some, but sometimes you just really want the weight of another person on you. Even if you’ve never actually experienced it yourself.”

She was going to kill him before he ever got the chance to touch her. “Well, I don’t have that craving. I mean, the whole three times I’ve done it, it was an enjoyable enough way to pass the hour, but it was hardly something I couldn’t live without.”

“But,” and she leaned forward like she was about so ask a very private or very important question. “Do you like kissing?”

Fjord laughed and leaned forward, matching her serious voice with one of his own. “Yes, Jester, I like kissing.”

“Great,” her knees rammed into his as she stood up quickly. “Let’s go make out.”

Fjord grabbed her wrist, tugging a little so she turned back to face him. “You want to make out?”

Jester’s sigh was a little exasperated but he liked to think it was also a little fond. “Yes, Fjord, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah.”

She pulled her arm, not enough to make Fjord let go, but rather to encourage him to come with her. “Then let’s go.”

Fjord stood up but didn’t let her drag him towards the door. “We should probably let the others know we’re leaving so they don’t think we’ve been kidnapped again.”

“Good point,” she closed her eyes and did a couple of movements with her fingers and a piece of copper, components of a spell he immediately recognized as Sending. “Hey Beau, it’s me-“ Fjord looked over to Beau to see her reaction. She was in the middle of flirting and jumped suddenly, looking around almost frantically. “I just wanted to let you know that Fjord and I are leaving, we’re going back to our room.”

Fjord watched Beau, saw her lips moved as she was looking around for Jester. Her eyes locked on them as she finished talking and Jester gave their friend a thumbs up. “Okay, let’s go.”

“What did she say?” Fjord asked as he let Jester push him towards the door.

“She wanted to know if she should stay with Caduceus and Yasha tonight.”

“And you gave her a thumbs up,” he clarified as they made their way through the crowd.

“Yep,” they stepped outside and the quiet was a welcome relief from the raucousness inside. “We don’t have to do anything besides make-out but it was very nice of Beau to make sure no one walks in. That would be weird.”

“Not the weirdest thing that’s ever happened in our group.”

“What’s weirder?”

“That time Molly walked into the room wearing a rug and then flashed us?”

Jester laughed, the sound bright and warm as they walked across the street towards the inn. “You’re right, that’s the weirdest thing. I can’t believe I forgot about that.”

“It was memorable,” Fjord grumbled good-naturedly. “You know, this wasn’t how I imagined this all happening.”

“Me neither,” she admitted, pushing the inn door open and waving at the woman at the desk on their way towards the steps. “In my mind, one of us dies.”

“Naturally.”

“It’s romantic,” Jester grinned at him over her shoulder. “In theory, one of us dies and then comes back to life and we realize that we don’t want to die without having had the chance to be together. Then there’s a big, dramatic kiss in the middle of a cavern surrounded by our friends who cheer for us.” She stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to face him, Fjord paused a few steps down so they were face to face. “But this works too.”

He had half a second to figure out what she was doing before she did it; Jester put her hands on either side of his face, leaned forward, and kissed him.

It took a moment for Fjord’s brain to catch up with his body. His hands were on her hips before he realized what he was doing, pulling her forward so she was a little off balance and leaning on him, her arms on his shoulders, wrists locked behind his neck.

The kiss was an easy, cool dip into a river. Nothing hurried or frantic as they found a rhythm between them. Fjord didn’t know how long they stood like that, testing the waters and learning each other, but eventually Jester’s fingers found their way into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling just a little.

And something shifted inside of him, unlocked and slid open to release a feeling he hadn’t quite known lived within him.

Want.

Fjord moved up one step, then another, so he towered over Jester and the angle of the kiss changed. Her hands fell to his shoulders so he could feel her fingers digging into his muscle and holding on; he liked to think she was as wildly affected as he was.

“We should probably take this inside the room,” Jester suggested, plastered against him so he could feel the unsteadiness of her breathing.

“Right,” Fjord spoke in his own voice, the Vandren accent gone, because it felt wrong to have even that simple lie between them in the moment.

She smiled fondly up at him, “There you are, Fjord. I was wondering when you’d show up again.”

His own grin was a little crooked. “We have rooms 2, 3, and 6. Which one?”

“Six,” she decided instantly as she ran her hands down his arm, then linked her fingers with his. “I’d use another spell to tell Beau which room we’re in but I don’t have enough energy to do another one that powerful. Besides, I think she’ll figure out.”

Jester walked into the room and it was so familiar, this comradery, that it baffled Fjord a little. A kiss like that should change things, shouldn’t it? Instead it felt like any other night, but instead of going into a room with Cad, it was Jester.

“I’d honestly like to see her wrangle the rest of the group, ordering them into rooms,” he said as she took off her bag and cloak, throwing them haphazardly on the chair by the door.

With a laugh Jester sat down on the bed and began undoing her boots.

Fjord moved her little jacket to lay on the back of the chair and set the bag on the floor, settling on the seat with an ankle on his knee. They’d dropped all their weapons and stuff in one of the other rooms before they’d gone across the street for entertainment so both he and Jester were unarmed.

“I didn’t tell her why we were leaving,” she mused out loud. “So she might not get it.”

“Beau got it,” Fjord assured her. Beau was perceptive, more so than she let on, wasn’t that why she’d sent Jester over to him in the first place?

Jester dropped her boot and went to work on the other one. “Why are you over there?”

“Sometimes I just like watching you.”

She looked up and blinked at him, almost like he’d caught her off guard. “You’re being pretty smooth for someone who ignored my flirting for months.”

“I didn’t ignore it.”

Jester shook her head, amused. “Evade, then.”

“At first, it was because I didn’t think I worked right, you know? And I didn’t want to lead you on, or give you the wrong idea when I didn’t think it could go anywhere.”

“What was Avantika then?”

“In the kindest of terms, she was an experiment. I didn’t have to worry about hurting her feelings because I don’t think she had many outside of U’Kotoa, so in the end it didn’t really matter. I didn’t want to risk that kind of misstep with you.”

“And now?”

“Now? I’m so damn tired of pretending like I’m not half in love with you already.”

She gasped like the wind had been knocked out of her. “Fjord.”

“Again, not how I imagined this going, but I’m tired of waiting for the right time. Sometimes you just have to take the moment you’re given.”

Jester moved over a few inches on the bed, “Come here, Fjord.”

He got up slowly and made his way to the bed and sat down next to her. “Neither one of us had a gods-damned idea what we’re doing, Jester.”

“That’s true, but do you remember when we left Nicodranas? I’d never left the coast, and you hadn’t gone very far inland, so neither of us knew what we were doing, and you remember what we said?”

Fjord looked down at their hands, hers just a few inches from his, and linked his fingers with hers. “We said we’d figure it out together.”

She squeezed his hand once. “We’ll figure this out together, too. Also, I’ve read lots of books about sex, so that’ll help too.”

Fjord laughed, leaning forward to kiss her while her lips were still curved so he could taste the smile. Her hands went up and he could immediately feel her fingers in his hair once again, his own rested low on her back, near the curve of her hips.

The angle wasn’t right, it was just a little awkward the way their necks were twisted, but Jester pressed her tongue against his lips and the idea of changing positions dropped from his mind.

He surged against her, opening his mouth and running his tongue along hers to learn the taste. Fjord attempted to suck her lower lip, but forgot about his tusks and could feel the pressure of his teeth scraping along her skin. He pulled back suddenly, worried he’d hurt her. “Sorry, I’m not quite used to the tusks.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t cut me,” she assured him brightly. “And I’m not opposed to a little biting, we’ll have to try lots of things to figure out what we like and don’t like. And I’ll tell you if I don’t like something, and you can do the same, you know?”

“In that case, sitting like this is going to give me a crick in my neck.”

She giggled, “Good point. Do you have a better idea?”

Fjord looked around and when his eyes landed on the wall the bed was pressed against he had the niggle of a memory, “I do.” He swung his legs off the blanket and took off his boots before sliding back so he was pressed against the wall, legs stretched out in front of him.

Understanding what he was doing, Jester moved to where he was, swinging one leg over his so she was straddling him. “Better?” she asked as she settled, her weight on his legs. Any closer to his hips and she’d have been able to feel the beginning of an erection through his pants.

“Much better,” he put his hands on her knees, running them up her thighs beneath the skirt of her dress. “You know, when we were on the Mystake I thought about this more than once.”

She’d been fiddling with the hair at the back of his neck, but stopped and gave him a hard look. “If you mention Avantika, you should know I will kill you and wait until the very last possible moment to bring you back.”

Fjord smiled at the threat, almost believing her. He kept running his hands up her legs and wished she wasn’t wearing so many clothes. “I’m talking about after she was dead.”

“Oh, then keep going,” she said as she began undoing the buckles at his shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re wearing too many layers,” she informed him pertly as she pulled off his leather chest piece and dropped it on the ground next to the bed.

“So are you,” he pointed out but didn’t make a move to stop her.

She shrugged, barely repressing a smile as she worked at the buckles of the metal plates on his forearm. “I have my priorities, don’t distract me. You were saying about the Mystake?”

“I’d be laying in the captain’s bed,” he described, pressing kisses along her jaw and neck as he spoke, seeing if he could distract her from her self-appointed task. He tested those recently regrown tusks, scraping the edges against her neck and then soothing the spot with his tongue. When she arched her neck to the right to give him better access he could only conclude she enjoyed it. “And I’d picture you straddling me just like this-“

“What was I wearing in this daydream?” she interrupted, her eyes down as she unwound the red twine wrapped around the leathers on his forearm.

“Nothing,” he told her huskily when she started work on his left arm.

There was a small catch in her breath as her eyes flew up to meet his, her movements stilled with the metal on his forearm attached by one last buckle. It was a weird kind of power, knowing he could affect her like this with just his words.

Then again, talking had never been their weak point.

“I’m definitely wearing more than that now,” she acknowledged, her voice lower than he could ever remember hearing it. With a deep breath, she pushed off the last of his armor-and shit, if that wasn’t a metaphor for everything between them he didn’t know what was. “Tell me the rest of it.”

“Take off something first, we should at least be even.”

She pouted, but complied, taking off the leather cinch she wore around her waist and dropped it loudly on the floor beside his.

Distracted by the access to her body, Fjord reached up to touch her before continuing on with his little daydream. Her body was too wide for his hands to be able to span the width of her waist, but she was infinitely soft and cool beneath cotton and linen.

“Fjord,” she scolded, catching onto the fact that he’d gotten sidetracked.

He pulled his eyes away from the low neckline of her dress, but before he said anything he wrapped his fingers around the backs of her knee, pulling her closer to him so she was settled directly above his cock. Everything positioned right, but too many obstacles between them to make it good.

“I’d picture us just like this, with my hands on you.” He thought about how detailed he should be, how far down this line he should go, but she’d never turned away from any part of him and he very much doubted she’d do it now.

“We weren’t wearing anything, nothing separating us, so there wasn’t anything preventing me from burying my cock into your pussy.”

There was a quick inhale of breath from Jester, her thighs tightened around his in a kind of instinctive reaction. Fjord shifted his hands from her waist to her breasts, keeping his touch gentle until she reached up and covered his hand with hers, encouraging more.

He squeezed her tit, and when he released it he used his thumb to find her nipple, pebble hard beneath her clothes. Jester reached out to hold onto his shoulders, rocking against his growing erection.

This was desire, he realized with stark realization. The desperation beneath his skin, making his breathing unsteady and his hands shake. He wanted to tear the clothes off her body, get his mouth on her skin.

He wanted to taste her and make her scream.

“It wouldn’t be frantic,” he told her as he wrapped his fingers around the collar of her white chemise, a question in his eyes. She nodded once and he tugged it down to free her breasts, green skin covering blue. “We’d just rock slowly,” as an example he rolled his hip beneath her, pressing against her center again and again, “With the rolling of the ship.”

Jester was arched on top of him, her body moving quicker against his and he put his hands on her hips, intentionally slowing her down. “Did you come thinking about fucking me?”

“Yes.”

“I have too.”

The hum in his head turned to a roar, Fjord wrapped his arm around Jester’s waist and flipped them over so she was on her back, legs open and spread beneath him so he was tucked between the vee of her thighs.

When he kissed her, it was no longer languid and lovely, it was frantic and desperate and she responded in kind, tugging at his shirt and tunic. “Take this off, Fjord,” she demanded, her hands sliding beneath the fabric to drag her nails down his abs. “I want to touch you.”

He wasn’t about to deny her anything. Not right now, probably not ever.

Fjord moved to his knees, resting back on his ankles, so he could strip to the waist.

She was immediately reaching for him, sitting up so she could touch him before he’d even completely removed his clothing. “You’re beautiful, Fjord.”

Beautiful, she said. And it was the first time he really believed her.

Jester ran her hands over his chest and stomach, pressed a wet kiss to the skin above his navel, scraping her nails down his side as she did.

Fjord reached down, worried she was going to keep going down and he’d embarrass himself before he had the chance to get her off, and cupped the back of her head to bring her back up to him.

He’d been honest before, when he’d told Jester he liked kissing. Sex was something he’d always been a bit wary of, but kissing was something he’d always enjoyed. The friction of lips, the slickness of tongues, tasting someone. For him, for someone who had drowned, exchanging breaths was more intimate than anything a person could do.

Jester moved against him and Fjord pulled back to see her remove her arms from the sleeves of her top, the fabric dropping to her hips. “I just wanted to feel you against me,” she explained as if he needed a reason.

She wrapped her arms around his middle so he could feel her breasts against his chest, the entirety of his focus was centered on the contact. “Kiss me again,” and in any other circumstance he might have teased her about how much like an order it sounded, but now wasn’t the time.

Wet and dirty, he kissed her liked he’d fuck her, like he’d imagined half a dozen times over the past few months. Sure, sometimes had been gentle and warm, but there had been a time or two when he’d held himself in his hand and pictured it wild and reckless.

He was a reckless man.

“Fjord,” she breathed as he lowered his mouth, following the line of her neck to her collarbone and lower. “I know you said you were kind of whatever about sex, but I would really like it if you’d put your dick in me now.”

His laugh was muffled against her skin. “I think that’s something I can arrange.”

She put her hand on his chest, her eyes earnest and wide. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just wanted to let you know I wanted to.”

He framed her face with his hands, dropping all the masks he’d ever held up to hide himself so she’d see only honesty in his eyes. “I want to, Jester. If nothing else, I want to know what it’s like to be with someone I can’t live without.”

“Fuck, Fjord. You’re really good at this.”

“Better than your damn romance books,” he asked, keeping his voice light so she knew he was only teasing.

“We’ll see how the rest of the night goes,” she joked back, grinning as she laid down on the bed.

Fjord rolled his eyes as grabbed her ankle, pulling off one sock then another. “Can we get rid of these?” he asked, tugging on the tights she always wore beneath her dress.

“Please,” she lifted up her hips so Fjord could reach beneath the skirt and tug at the waistband, pulling it down so she was more than half naked with her torso bare and her dress hiked up to her waist.

Fjord couldn’t help but touch her, the pads of his fingers tracing up her legs to the center of her pleasure, and the closer he got to her pussy the tenser she became. “You doing okay, Jester?”

“Yes,” she pulled him down to her, kissing him roughly, scraping her incisors against his lip then running her tongue over it the same way he had done to her neck earlier. Together, he thought fondly even as he adjusted his erection in his pants, they’d figure it out together.

Jester ran her hands down his back, her fingers bumping along the length of his spine and then dipping beneath the waistband to his ass. He could feel the heat and the wetness of her against dick, through the single layer of his pants.

He wanted to rush, to be frantic and little unrestrained, but what if it was only ever like this once? What if this was the one chance he got to feel like this? He didn’t want to waste it, to throw it away, he wanted to savor everything.

And he wanted to make sure it was good for Jester. She deserved the best and she wanted him, so he’d be the one to give it to her.

He kissed his way down her neck, trying to find and remember all the places which had made her moan and whimper, squirm beneath him. “Fjord,” she murmured, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Over and over he rocked into her, his lips covered the blueberry dark nipple as he drove her up and further but he knew enough to know she’d need more than that to get off.

“I don’t-“ he stumbled over his words, so knocked sideways by her and what they were doing together. “I don’t know what to do. What you like.”

“Watch,” she whispered, her voice a low breath. “I’ll show you.”

Fjord leaned back again on his heel, stunned by what Jester was saying.

He watched her shift on the bed, reaching between her legs to finger herself.

“Fuck, Jester.”

“You can touch yourself too, Fjord.”

She teased herself, fingers brushing along the lips of her vagina, dipping into the wetness that had pooled in her slit, briefly touching her clit before moving on. “Will you play with your tits?”

Jester looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes, “Only if you touch yourself too.”

Fjord fumbled with the laces of his pants, pulling at them until he’d freed his cock, rock hard and leaking precum. He licked the palm of his hand and used it to lubricate himself, tightening his fist as he watched Jester cover one of her breasts with her hands, squeezing hard as she moved her hips against her hands.

He observed how she touched herself, and in the back of his mind it was like watching Vandren pull on the rigging, he learned by watching.

She pressed hard on her clit, her fingers twisting and playing her nipples and still she watched him, desire burning bright in her eyes. “Are you going to fuck me now, Captain?”

Here nearly came right then, held himself back by the skin of his teeth.

“You’re going to kill me,” he bit out before he kissed her hard, tongue pushing into her mouth as his hand covered her breast, doing what she had done; squeezing hard, pinching her nipples until she whimpered against his mouth.

“Too much?” he asked, forcing himself to string more than one thought together.

“I should have said this earlier,” she managed to say. “Rock is the stop word. Either one of us can say it if we need to stop or take a break or if things go too far. If I don’t say ‘rock’ assume I’m enjoying it as much as you are.”

She looked down, almost bashful. “You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

He took her hand from her clit where she was still fondling herself, he could feel the slickness of her on her fingers and then on his hand as he wrapped her hand around his penis so she could feel exactly how hard he was, how much he was enjoying it. “Gods, yes, Jester.”

He took himself in hand and lined his cock up to her pussy and moved slowly, hissing a breath as she surrounded him. “Tell me if I need to stop, or go slower.”

She moved beneath him, getting more comfortable he thought, until she spoke. “I’m not fragile, you don’t have to be gentle with me.”

“I thought it hurt the first time?”

“Not always, not if you’re with someone who knows what they’re doing.”

He was only an inch inside of her but the fact they were able to have any kind of conversation when all he wanted to do was pound into her was astounding. “I think we’ve both established I don’t have any idea what I’m doing.”

“I guess you didn’t finger me so you didn’t feel how wet I was,” she raised her left hand and touched her fingers to his lips and instinctively he opened his mouth and sucked, tasting the slickness still on the pads of her finger. “Trust me, Fjord, you know what you’re doing.”

“Captain,” he corrected her before he could talk himself out of it. “If we’re being honest about what works and what doesn’t, I nearly came when you called me Captain.”

“And I like hearing you talk,” she told him, her smile a little wicked as she added, “Captain.”

“Gods,” he muttered, sliding himself the rest of the way inside her. He was still worried he would hurt her, but the sound she made wasn’t one of pain, but of pleasure and her muscles clenched around him. “You feel so damn good around me, Jester.”

“So good,” she gritted out, her hands clenched around the blankets. “Will you touch me?” she asked as she fumbled for his hand, guiding his fingers to her clit. “Right here, while you thrust.”

Fjord put one hand on the wall above Jester’s head, kept his other hand where it was as he slowly slid out of her, pressing against the nub as he did. Then he slammed back into her, pulling out one slow inch at a time.

“Faster,” she begged, trying to find more friction, more speed. “Please.”

He thought about saying no, about drawing out the pleasure and the torture, but he didn’t think he’d be able to last much longer. He stopped touching her long enough to grab her ankles, hooking first one leg and then another around his waist. “I don’t want to fuck you into the wall, so hang on.”

When he started moving again, it was with all the wild, unrestrained passion he’d ever felt.

Jester covered her breasts with her hands, covering them completely and kneading them beneath her palms, occasionally tugging at the nipples. Like a craving he couldn’t shake, Fjord needed to taste her; batting away one of her hands he covered the dark blue nipple with his mouth, careful with his tusks, and licked the hard bud before sucking it into his mouth.

“Captain,” she moaned as she tugged on his hair, a tick he was beginning to realize was her version of encouragement. “My captain,” she mumbled under her breath as she climaxed beneath him.

It took every bit of control he had not to come immediately as her pussy pulsed around him. “Fuck. I’m going to make you come again, Jester.”

“Well, I’m not going to stop you, so feel free to try.”

He reached underneath Jester and raised her up so her hips lifted off the bed, changing the angle and drove into her again and again. Fjord watched with satisfaction as Jester searched for purchase, grabbing first at the blankets and then his torso.

“You still with me, darling?” he asked, trying to sound charming through gritted teeth.

“Just barely,” she answered, raising her hips to meet his pelvis. “You’re fucking my brains out, Captain.”

“Touch yourself.”

There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she dug her nails a little deeper into his back. “I thought you were going to make me come again. Now I have to help?”

Fjord let out a soft sound of amusement, shaking his head. “Fair enough.”

He moved quicker and harder, moving her hips a little higher to keep her off balance and clinging to him. He liked being her anchor, being the center of the storm they’d both dived into.

“You feel better than anything else I’ve felt,” he told her, slowing down so she could hear him. “Hot and tight around my cock.”

“Gods, Fjord.”

He stopped completely, “What did you call me?”

“Captain,” she corrected, trying to move against him but the angle he kept her at made it almost impossible for her to get any kind of leverage.

Fjord made a hobby of toying with her clit, barely there touches against the bundle of nerves. Almost, but never quite touching. “You’re so wet for me, I bet the people in the next room can hear how wet you are.”

He slid out and in again for emphasis, her muscles fluttering against his cock.

“Hear that, darling? How did you keep Beau from hearing when you fucked yourself? Or did you have to wait until she left the room, do it quick and dirty to get a little relief?”

Jester didn’t answer the question, but he hadn’t really expected her to. If he was doing this right, she would barely be able to form a thought, much less a response. She bit her lip and he wished he knew of a spell that would let her scream, let her be as loud as she wanted, and kept the rest of the world from hearing.

He wanted to hear her shout his name when she came.

“Did you think about me going down on you?” he asked casually, adding a little bit of pressure to her clit as he started pumping again. Jester tried to get him to go faster, tried to press her pelvis into his hand to increase the pressure but he’d gotten to a place of total control.

He could keep this up forever, just to keep her close.

“When you touched yourself did you imagine it was hands, my tongue? I’ve thought about it,” he admitted as he started moving faster, keeping the rhythm of his hand and his dick separate, never quite giving her relief. “I’ve thought about tasting every part of you, of you begging, desperate for me. Are you desperate for me, Jester?”

She nodded.

“Say it,” and this time it sounded like he was the one begging but fuck it, he didn’t care. He needed to hear it.

“Yes,” she managed, her breath coming out in a rush. “I’m desperate for you.”

“Me too,” he all but whispered. “I’m desperate for you, too.”

He let go of that control, pounded into her and he’d worry he’d hurt her but she said she’d tell him to stop if he crossed a line and he trusted her to know her own limits.

He’d reached his.

In and out, slick and easy, the wet friction a kind of blessing.

“Come for me, darling,” he crooned, pressing hard on her clit and slid deeper into her than he could ever remember being. Surrounded and drowning. “Come, and I’ll follow you.”

She stiffened in his arm, her body arching like she’d been touched by lightning, mouth open in quiet scream.

Fjord was not silent, he grunted as he drove into her, the orc blood he was always wary of boiled in his veins but he didn’t fear it. He’d never hurt her, couldn’t hurt her, and it took only a few more thrusts for him to fall of the same cliff.

He cursed a few gods as he emptied into her, his nails creating a permanent mark in the wall.

Collapsing on top of her, it took him a solid two minutes before he was close enough to his right mind to be able to form words.

“Okay,” Fjord said, his mouth near her ear as he rested his head on the mattress. “I think might understand now what the fuss is all about.”

Beneath him, Jester laughed.

In the morning, Fjord woke to Jester pressed against his back.

Her arms weren’t wrapped around him, but that was mostly because Jester slept in a small ball, curled in on herself. Currently, one of her elbows was pressing into his back.

“Jester.”

“Hm?” she asked, still half asleep.

“You mind moving your elbow? You’re going to give me bruise.”

“Then we’re even,” she mumbled, and he could feel her breath on his shoulder.

Turning over he looked at her, she was wearing a nightgown thing she wore whenever they stayed at an inn. “I bruised you?”

She smiled into his eyes, hands now tucked under her cheek. “On my hips. I don’t know if they’re visible but I can feel them.”

“Sorry.”

Jester shrugged the shoulder she wasn’t resting on. “I don’t mind, it’s a nice reminder. You’ve got a few of your own.”

“A few what?”

“Reminders,” she explained, poking his side.

Fjord moved the blanket and saw there were in a fact a few marks in his skin from Jester’s nails. Not particularly deep, but visible to anyone who knew where to look. “Will you look at that.”

“Any regrets?”

“No,” he answered immediately.

“Has your view on sex changed?”

“Well, I got more of that than I ever would have on my own,” he answered carefully.

She smiled, “It’s okay if it’s not something you want to do regularly. It can be a nice thing we do for special reasons.”

“I just didn’t know it could be like that,” he explained. “Nothing I’ve experienced has ever come anywhere close.”

“If I wasn’t so comfortable and I’d give you a high five because we both deserve it.”

Fjord laughed, “We’ll figure it out. How are you?”

She looked briefly confused, “I’m fine. Why?”

“You’re checking in with me, so I’m checking in with you,” he informed her dryly. “You’ve been reading romancing novels for half the trip and I’m a bumbling sailor who doesn’t entirely know what he’s doing.”

Jester gave him an unamused look, rolling her eyes. “You have to stop doing that Fjord.”

“Doing what?”

“Talking yourself down.”

He knew it was a knee jerk response, and not the healthiest, but it was one of his oldest habits and it would take a long time to break. “Sorry, I’ll work on that.”

She didn’t look like she believed him but she gratefully let it go, though he imagined it was a conversation they’d have again later. “But to answer your question, I realize romance novels are not exactly reality. I wasn’t expecting that. But it was really, really good, Fjord. Like cinnamon pastries from Nicodranas good.”

Fjord snorted. “Anyone else might be confused and bewildered by that statement, Jester, but I’m going to take it for the compliment it is.”

“Good.”

He thought about kissing her, she was so soft and warm-the warmest Jester ever got anyway-but before he got a chance to follow through on the thought there was a loud, indignant banging on their door.

“Hey, assholes! Are you awake?”

Jester broke out in giggles, meanwhile Fjord mentally shifted, using Vandren’s accent to yell at the grumpy voice on the other side of the door. “Piss off, Beau.”

“We’re going downstairs to eat, are you lovebirds going to join us?”

“We’ll been down in a minute, Beau,” Jester called with more friendliness than Fjord felt at the moment. “Thank you!”

Fjord heard something like a grumble before he heard retreating steps, louder than was strictly necessary. “We probably should head down.”

“We worked up an appetite last night,” she added sagely, a smile in her eyes as she looked at him. “Do you ever get horny?”

“On occasion.”

“Well, if you ever get in the mood to do this again, I’m game.”

He thought about the selflessness of the offer, because she could have asked a different way that made him feel obliged or guilty, but instead she offered herself and her time and her affection whenever he was interested. “Same, Jester.”

“Really?”

“Look, I might not have the same kind of sweet tooth as you, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to eat a pastry when it’s put in front of me.”

She grinned and wiggled a little in amusement. “Are you going to eat me, Fjord?”

He tried for nonchalant as he shifted on the bed to look up at the ceiling, but he was probably blushing at least a little. “It’s on the list and we didn’t get to it last night.”

“Are we making lists of stuff we want to do?” she sounded excited and he couldn’t help but smile. “Because I’ve kind of had a mental one going, but I can write it down so we can check stuff off as we do it.”

He grabbed her wrist when she sat up because he thought she was going to rummage around for pen and paper to immediately make the list. “We should probably get dressed and head down now. The list can wait.”

“Okay,” she turned to look at him, a rare hint of hesitation in her eyes. “Are we a thing now, Fjord?”

“Yeah, Jester. We’re a thing.”

“Good,” she leaned forward and kissed him, quick and friendly. “Can you get my leather? I think it’s on your side of the bed with the rest of your armor.”

Fjord got up and fixed the pants he’d slept in and then started sorting through the clothes, tossing Jester’s things towards her, and they kept up a string of conversation as they got dressed and headed towards the stairs.

He stopped before descending, Jester nearly running into him. “What? Is something wrong?”

“A lot of shit has gone down in my life,” he explained, staring at the steps. “The day I met Vandren, I didn’t realize how my life was going to change. The day the ship went down was just like any other. Most of the time, in the moment, you don’t realize your life is taking a turn until years later. It’s weird to know.”

“Know what?” she asked softly.

“To know the exact moment, the exact place, your life changed for the better.”

She looked confused until Fjord moved down a few steps so he was standing in the same place he’d been last night when she’d kissed him. When she realized what he was saying, her face softened, and she once again put her hands on his face. There was a host of lavender starlight in her eyes. “I didn’t say this last night, but I want you to know, me too.”

“Me too, what?”

“You said you were tired of pretending you weren’t half in love with me. Me too.”

“The tired part, or the half in love part?”

“The half in love part,” she answered with a smirk. “I never pretended I wasn’t in love with you, Fjord. In fact, if you ask the rest of the group, I think they’d say I was pretty obvious about it.”

He rested his hands on her hips, the touch not yet familiar, but comfortable just the same. “It was kind of hard to believe.”

She shrugged, completely unconcerned. “I’m not worried, I’ll convince you sooner or later,” she wagged her eyebrows. “I’m very charming.”

Fjord chuckled, grabbing one of her hands, “I look forward to it. Come on, I’m starving.”

Together they walked down to the small dining hall, a tiny room tucked into the side of the building exclusive to the inn’s residents. The Mighty Nein was taking up half the space.

Caleb didn’t look up from his books, and Nott was too busy eating to notice anything.

But Caduceus, Yasha, and Beau all looked up at their entrance, three sets of eyes looking down at his and Jester’s held hands. Beau was the only one who reacted, she looked them up and down, and Fjord had the distinct feeling she was checking to make they were both okay.

With a nod, as if acknowledging something to herself, she moved her chair so Fjord and Jester could squeeze in at the table. “Is that a piece of Fjord’s armor?” Beau asked when Jester sat next to her. “Is it part of his armor if it’s just random rope that doesn’t serve a purpose?”

“Hey Beau, what the fuck is the purpose of the ribbon tied around your staff?”

“Don’t be mean,” Beau quipped back, “Some of us had a good time last night, and some of us got turned down by hot dancers and had to listen to Caduceus snore.”

“I always kind of liked it,” Fjord commented, draping his arm along the back of Jester’s chair.

“Great, then you can go back to sleeping in his room,” she challenged, crossing her arms with a knowing smirk.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“I hate you,” she announced before getting up with her plate and going towards the breakfast buffet set up at the far end of the room.

“You know, I never had a sister, but I imagine she’s what it would be like. I don’t hate it,” Fjord mused out loud. “Did you cut off a piece of my rope?”

“Yes,” she answered as he grabbed her arm and looked at the small piece of red around her fingerless gloves.

“Without asking?” his voice an overdramatized scold.

Jester narrowed her eyes at him, “If Beau hadn’t pointed it out would have you even noticed?”

“You know what, I’m hungry,” he picked up his plate, and immediately Jester picked up hers and held it out to him with an expectant look. With a exaggerated grumble he took her plate and headed towards the food.

He wasn’t about to deny her anything.

[merryfortune]

Day 3: Social Interactionism

Hugsaku 2019

20th of September | Day 3: Three Things | Favourite Food | Victory Snuggles! | “Oh no I seem to have accidentally fallen on top of you and now am too lazy to move. What a tragedy.”

Ship: Moonlightshipping | Miyu/Yusaku

Word Count: 1,901

Tags: Canon Divergent, Fluff and Angst

Synopsis: Yusaku visits Miyu at the hospital where she proceeds to bully him.

    Aoi was the one who gave him this idea. She put it in his head in passing, no different to how she passed her coins along to pay for her meal and drink at Cage Nagi. However, Yusaku didn’t like the idea, but it was probably a good one: he ought to go and visit Miyu. He didn’t run it past Takeru or Kusanagi, but he was sure that they would both agree that it was in everyone’s best interest.

  It was probably important for them both to talk; there was a good chance that this was going to be her first-time meeting someone who had gone through the traumatic event as her. Ergo, it would probably be good for them both. Yusaku’s worldview could expand and maybe, Miyu would get some closure. Who knows? Yusaku, having met Spectre, was no longer so confident in what he thought would be universal truths of pain and hurting.

  Besides, Yusaku was a little bit curious about what she would be like. Miyu was Aoi’s childhood best friend and Originator to Aqua. She was bound to be interesting but as he wasn’t a naturally social person, that did unsettle him to wander outside of his comfort zone. Even if it was with good intentions.

  So, Yusaku found himself, after his shift at Café Nagi, at the Den City Hospital.

  It had been a while since Aoi’s hospitalisation; that was the last time that he had visited it. Before that, he had come with Kusanagi to visit Jin. That had been an experience, to say the least but given that Miyu wasn’t nigh catatonic, he doubted that he had to worry about the same things that he had to worry about when it came to meeting Jin.

  Getting to her room was far easier than Yusaku thought. He played a very awkward, and honestly rather unconvincing, “I’m a friend of the patient’s” card and he got in straight away. The receptionist gave him a number and a location then Yusaku was free to go find said location which was simple enough.

  Yusaku was good with things like numbers and patterns so he picked up on the hospital’s internal system quite easily. Not to mention, he did have a little bit of past experience behind him but soon enough, he found himself outside of a room – a private – room labelled Sugisaki Miyu. He took a breath and he felt all the more aware that he was a stranger to this girl – and a strange stranger at that. He took another breath and knocked on the door.

  “Who is it?”

  The voice which promptly greeted him was blithe and chirpy. He swallowed. “I’m Fujiki Yusaku. We don’t know each other but we have something in common. A few things in common. I’m a friend of Zaizen Aoi, I believe she visited an hour or two earlier…?”

  His words were uncertain. He felt awful calling himself a friend of Aoi’s, but he felt even more awful hinting towards the Lost Incident to use to cement the connection, the very close connection, in his opinion, between himself and Miyu. He waited for Miyu’s reply, breathing heavily and with trembling hands.

  The door soon opened. Curious, blinking eyes opened up to him; they were slate grey yet so cheerful, curious too.

  “You know Aoi-chan?” she asked.

  “I’m her classmate.” Yusaku said. “I’m also her ally; she is Blue Angel, after all. And I’m Playmaker.”

  Miyu gasped. “Well then, we have much to talk about, don’t we?”

  She grabbed Yusaku from behind the door which violently flung back and hit the wall. She clutched onto him and carted him inside all whilst he protested. She pushed him onto the bed and then, nearly skipping, returned to the doorway so she could close it – and lock it.

  Yusaku trembled on the bed. Very interesting. Yep, Miyu was a very interesting girl, alright. Just like his feared.

  She flounced back to him and sat on the bed. It was stiff yet she got it to bounce with her weight regardless. Now, they were sitting knee to knee and shoulder to shoulder. She leaned into him with great curiosity but then it failed. The energy she built up to came to a screeching halt. She hesitated but soon broke out of whatever shell had briefly stopped her.

  She hugged him. She nuzzled against his shoulders and squeezed him tight. Yusaku grunted.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Victory snuggles.” she chirruped. “You won! Congratulations! That’s fantastic; winning is the best!” Her voice was hyper, but it dulled, turned sombre. “Whenever I won, all I wanted was a big old hug from my Mother or from Aoi-chan. Weren’t you the same…?”

  Miyu lifted her head and Yusaku stared down at her eyes. They were watery. Even though she was suffocating him, she let him pull back his arm. He patted the top of her head.

  “No, not really.” he told her. “The Incident erased all my memories prior to entering that room. I could only hug myself… I couldn’t even daydream of being hugged by someone I loved.”

  “That’s awful…” Miyu mumbled.

  She hugged him tighter still. Yusaku fumbled with a smile. He kept patting the top of her head, stroking her hair. It was really silky. Girls – Miyu – had pretty hair, he observed. Hers was such a nice and rich chestnut colour. He really liked it.

  “For me, during the Incident and then afterwards, I felt as though time had stopped. And only recently, do I feel like time has started again… do you know what I mean?” he asked, misery in his voice.

  Miyu hummed and Yusaku felt it in his skin and bones.

  “Yeah, I think so.” Miyu murmuring; sinking in on herself. “I think our circumstances were really different. I’m an upper middle-class brat. I have loving parents… good friends… good counsellors and doctors. My friends, the ones who don’t know, always say I’m one of those idiots who don’t get sick. I’m stupidly resilient, apparently. I don’t always feel like it, but I just bounce back from things. Even the Incident. I’d always get up. To reunite with Aoi-chan, that’s all I thought. I to tell her truth… That’s all I wanted. And then I got a taste for victory and I have one hell of a competitive streak so that just dosed me up some more. I didn’t enjoy it by any stretch of the imagination, but I hanker for something similar to it. The high stakes, the danger: it’s my pride. If I could conqueror that – and I did – then I can do anything. Ask anyone at my high school, I’m the queen of every sport you can imagine. And I say that with merit, too. Do you know what I mean?”

  Yusaku was silent as he postulated on Miyu’s perspective. He wasn’t certain that he knew what she meant. He had always slunk into the shadows, not wanting to stand out. She smiled enigmatically though but such a smile soon faded. Miyu then took a deep breath and she finally let him go. She straightened up her back only to keep resting on him. Yusaku was endeared but he knew it was only because this was their first encounter. She seemed like she was going to be an annoying girl – annoying person – to be around.

  “Thank you for coming to visit, Yusaku.” Miyu said. “Can I call you Yusaku? Or would you prefer Playmaker-sama? Playmaker… chan? Oh, oh! I know! Yu-chan. You can be Yu-chan.”

  “I’d prefer it if you didn’t call me any of those things but I somehow suspect that you won’t listen to me if I protest it.” Yusaku said.

  Miyu giggled. “Too true, Yu-chan.”

  “I take it that Aoi informed you of the past few months…?” Yusaku asked.

  “Yeah. She told me the truth about the Tower of Hanoi… I would never have imagined that thingy was related to the Incident.” Miyu said. “She told me about Aqua… My blue fairy. I remember her. I remember Aqua. I – I spent so long screaming and in pain during my coma, but it stopped for just a few moments and I remember her. She was small and tiny and blue… I miss her.”

  “I miss her too. Ai misses her a lot… and I miss Ai. He keeps vanishing… I don’t think he’s coming back this time. He needs some space.”

  “The Dark… Ignis, yes?” Miyu said. “And Aqua is the Water Ignis.”

  “Correct.”

  Miyu quietened after that. She took a simpering breath and Yusaku, tentative, put his arm around her.

  “I wish I could have been there.” she confessed. “I was there… Ten years ago. My duelling… and all that entails helped to make Aqua. I wish I could have been with you as well. Maybe things could have been different. No, they would have been different.”

  “You’re a good Duellist then, I take it?” Yusaku asked and he felt as though he had held onto Miyu for long enough.

  He could feel her scent permeate onto his day clothes. She smelt nice though; of shampoo and conditioner, sickly sweet, and brought from home but also of the general air of the hospital. Regardless, he retreated awkwardly. She didn’t mind. She held a ditsy smile on her face.

  “Only the best in my high school.” she said.

  “That’s good to hear.” Yusaku said. “Well, if trouble brews. Then who knows? We might come back and call on you, if your feeling well enough.”

  “You’re a good guy, Yu-chan. And here I thought, you would be an asshole because of how Aoi-chan talked about you.” Miyu said with a shit-eating grin.

  Yusaku stiffened. “I see.” He took a breath. “Well, I might go… I think I’ve achieved all I can here.”

  “Yeah, and visiting hours’ll be over soon as well.” Miyu hummed.

  Yusaku got up. Miyu giggled to herself and struck her hand on his thigh. A tingle jolted up through his spine and he could have sworn that he felt the skin burn beneath the denim of his jeans.

  He robotically turned to Miyu, proud as punch regarding her sexual harassment of him, “Why?!” he asked, breathy.

  “Why not?” she laughed. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Yu-chan.”

  “It was good to meet you as well, Sugisaki-san.” Yusaku said.

  Miyu pouted. “You can call me Miyu-Miyu, if you like or anything else. Don’t be so formal, it’s boring.”

  Yusaku took a few more steps towards the door and he turned back to her, he sighed. “I’ll think about it… Miyu.”

  “That’s better than nothing.” she shrugged. “Have a good afternoon then. Let’s keep in touch; TTYL! Oh! And the next time we meet, I’ll come up with a cool and funky codename, maybe you’ll take to calling me that, Playmaker-chan.”

  Yusaku cringed. Yes, it was undeniable at this point. Sugisaki Miyu was an interesting girl. But, thinks he knows why Aoi was so charmed to her. She was fun and playful; it was a nice pace, as different and off kilter, as it was. And no wonder Aqua was so responsible and mothering, the girl was a brat who needed all the scolding she could get. Maybe he could get through to her and teach her some manners…

  He pondered the thought as he wandered off down through the busy halls of the hospital.